Assanine Race - Fire on Fire

Lying’s in the family, same with secrecy

Battlin' designs so deep that

I lost a finger to my mother

When we played a game… cards and hearts and cash

Not a scratch ticket in sight…

To name a few 50 dollars here won’t make a difference

When I go out hunting, I could find on two

Creeper creeper… lagoon

So I’m wading stumps and stamps

Collection to the brim

Keepin' up

I’m collectin' dead men, as we speak

Sweet as bourbon pie

Oh I wish the wind would grab this swirlin' tail of mine

Whip that silly sapling till the clock chimed

I don’t even know that my blues' gone black

The only thing I know’s this silly white girl’s track

I coulda been the mother coulda been the best

But I’m only sleepin' in a bed I made long ago

It’s a blue and black one

Even though it’s already scorched to the bone

Cause those are my colors of sadness those are my colors

I’m regardin' trees, have you peeped any recently

I heard 'em say we’re an assinine race

Washin' our faces in turpentine

Eatin' off of plates washed over with mines I got a life?

Resistin' decay that just comes with life

Part of the package

Resistin' decay that

Comes… with… life… too… quiet… for… me

Keepin' up my accent helps to make it all

Secret to the bone

Really keepin' this from failin'

Cause I care to hard for to laken it together

If only I could be as sweet and sincere

Keepin' up with friends and family dear

I made a call to an old friend who didn’t seem

To happy to hear from me

So maybe i’m a mother, maybe i’m lost

Could it be that I ain’t so nice to be around

It’s not your friends that keep you in line it’s your

Family that drives you out of your mind

I gotta keep up with Mr. Jones

And a Devil who eats my brother’s bones

When I find him I’ll make him wait

As long as my very first date