The backyard looks nice And youll have preserves in the winter time Mosquitos at the window But you were raised polite You were one of the pure of heart But it didn't help you none There's no telling our shapes apart When the killing season comes When the killing season comes Everything worth saving is waiting Waiting in a glass jar Then summer comes in blazing It comes in hard And you were one of the pure of hear But it didn't help you none There's no telling our shapes apart When the killing season comes When the killing season comes Throw you arms out wide And just before you fall Your beauty's silhouetted in a flashlight In the light And you were one of the pure of hear But it didn't help you none, no There's no telling out shapes apart When the killing season comes When the killing season comes When the killing season comes When the killing season comes