The Killing Season (Unkle Remix)

The killing season, it's beginning

I feel your hands around my throat

You either lose or come up winning

The killing season, it's beginning

I feel your hands around my throat

You either lose or come up winning

I wear my old grey overcoat

Now paint it, Mary, paint it black

Tonight they hang Jerry, tonight they hang Jack

When this killing season's over

I'll never say your name again

Do you hear the children speaking backwards?

Their bodies float above the bed

Who sings a song that isn't sung, my soul's in traction

Cops and criminals and all that crawl get into action

Smelling the incense of the perfume of your blood

Smelling the incense of the perfume of my drug

The brick and mortar start to pound

A powder in the air, like anthrax brought six white horses down

When this cold dark night is over

I'll never say your name again