Milan - Throwing Muses

What makes you gold-flecked?

You talk backwards, like I do

Hold still, your cold voodoo

Just smacked her upside the head

Blood squeezed through your veins

You wear memories as false pain

Who better than you

To bless her, baptize the dead?

All’s fair in New Orleans

So spend the night whispering

Can’t stand the heat?

Get out of here

Warm blooded, cold hearted

You can’t finish what you started

Can’t stand the heat?

Get out of here

Clear sailing, murky water

You’re still the smoothest talker

All twisted up, ham-fisted

You don’t want the devil’s daughter

Wasted, inebriated

You don’t want her, but you brought her here

All’s fair in New Orleans

So spend the night whispering

Can’t stand the heat?

Get out of here

Warm blooded, cold hearted

You can’t finish what you started

Can’t stand the heat?

Get out of here

One step backward, you lost your way

Your haunted virtue, you threw it away