She just wanted to hold his heart In her hands for a while Drops some blood in a green glass vial He could tell her a thousand times Not to stare when he gets wild Drops some blood in a green glass vial Drops some blood in a green glass vial ♪ Making money is the Devil's art They can trade their food and wine Growing grapes on a fence tied vine German shepherds and caged magpies Under corrugated iron Drops some blood in a green glass vial Drops some blood in a green glass vial ♪ He made decisions like a seasoned vet With a gun to the sky Quadrat bikes and a telescopic eye ♪ Drops some blood in a green glass vial In the evening marauders came off me, it was on her breath My sweet girl, so scared you forgot about death Death is the pulse in your bye on your very last breath