Death Warrant

This recording was made at home by Sarah for a forthcoming film she'll direct called "Karma Kamikaze".
Written for a male voice, Death Warrant will be recorded by a band and singer as yet to be determined.

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Girl you drag me down to that world below the street
Where the walking dead and phantom pains have beat a sad retreat
Where Ivanhoe's a no show and the saints are in disgrace
My heart's on a card in your pocket and my hand is nothing but spades
Deal me out Lord

Deal me out Lord, want to cry
Deal me out Lord, want to die

I saw the tongue tied prophets hiding under subway grates
There was one who had my number and the other had my face
I asked what happened to the wings I traded for these tears
You see I got my soul on credit and the payment's in arrears
Deal me out Lord

Deal me out Lord, want to die
Deal me out Lord, want to fly

The preacher closed his curtain, he has no patience for my sin
He consecrates his running mates and plugs his mannikin
And who made you the top screw, Dante asked his Beatrice
She said there's an escalator takes you deeper down than this

(good luck boy)
Thanks a lot Lord, want to cry
Deal me out Lord, want to die

Hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey

You are my Death Warrant
(ow!)

Her roads they are circuitous, her docks are in decay
Her bridge long since exploded where her river meets her bay
Her border guards are die-hards who will shoot you for two bucks
They demand your keys, your loyalties, your bollocks and your drugs
Let me out Lord

Deal me out Lord, want to cry
Deal me out Lord, want to die

She's a lethal dose of flat mimosa, an unrepentant cooze
From her faux chinchilla hat to her purple Jimmy Choos
I asked her to release me and I showed her where to sign
She just laughed and said "Caution, I brake for small minds".

Deal me out Lord, want to cry
(Eat me out, boy)
Deal me out Lord, want to die

The Oracle was whimsical, it said there was no hope,
No wine and cheese, no revelries beyond the velvet rope
I must play my licks my lame card tricks to an audience of one
and when her rubies sparkle you can see her skeleton

Deal me out Lord, want to cry
(Deal me out Lord)
Deal me out Lord, want to cry

Hey
Hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey
Hey

You are my Death Warrant

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