Three Tigers

Woman you're gonna drown it's too late
Some mother's son just won the new union, and now it's too late
Shiver of the grave ain't newborn
Now that it is you it's creepin' upon through

Swing to sleep
The heir rose to send us in
Drink up for bombs of blue
Cause the gypsies welcome you

Sickle on the porch drips dark red
Laden from events flowed warm as he then swung it deep in
Guilty to the bone he will sleepwalk
Fallen to the shore he will bleed out, now it's too late

Woman you're gonna drown it's too late
Some mother's son just won the new union
Shiver of the grave ain't newborn
Now that it is you it's creepin' upon through
Up rise in bended light