Walking Stick - Deadboy & The Elephantmen

Revelation for

around your sunday dress

The soul out of a smoldering wretch

All brought to sleep, there’s nothing there

All brought to sleep, there’s nothing there

Twisted walking stick

They’re all up and down this strip

The soul out of a smoldering wretch

All brought to sleep, there’s nothing there

The witch is on fire

She can’t regret the day light repenting of the stars and earth