Mongrel lyrics

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