The Bitter Crop

Duration

3:14

Genres

Hard Rock

Lyrics

I tied my noose, I’ll lie in it I made your bed, we’ll die in it babe I touched the fire Flesh burns, an effigy of flame Sweet scent of magnolias in the air I tied my noose I’ll swing in it I’ll swing in it I’ll swing in it I’ll swing in, I’ll swing in it Two lovers enter One lover remains Cordially invited To your thunder cage To my thunder rage Alpha dominance Only the wolf shall raise Bow my head now under thumb I tied my noose I’ll swing in it I’ll swing in it I’ll swing in it I’ll swing in I’m singing I’m leaving Believe in what they say Two lovers enter One lover remains Cordially invited To your thunder cage I’m singing I’m leaving Believe in what they say I’m singing I’m leaving Believe in what they say