Mongrel

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