"Hit Liquor" lyrics - SHUDDER TO THINK

Dead
Asleep
Wonder
When she'll come to
My
Hip liquor

Party of mouths
A finger-fan courtship
The case of her bones are softer than loose meat
A day on the belt so surely I'll get thin
Then really rock

Fingers fold up
Movies close down
Wild backstabs
My only one is one well fassblack gun