Raising the grain to feel no pain

Change turpentine into red wine

And girl, I will boil in linseed oil

And crack the shellac, make my blood boil

And I got to go in the catacombs where the river flows.

Raising the grain to feel no pain

And I change turpentine into red wine

And girl, I will boil in linseed oil

Crack the shellac, make my blood boil

And I got to go in the catacombs where the river flows.

A river of blood and

Drown in the mud and

I want to cover the earth and

Defend my trust

Handing out a beatdown

That's something to see now

You got something to say

Let's make some hay

And I got to go in the catacombs where the river flows now.

And the blood is the wine, turned from the vine

And the blood is the wine, falling from the vine

And the blood is the wine, falling from the vine.

Raising the grain to feel no pain

Change turpentine into red wine

And girl, I will boil in linseed oil

Crack the shellac, make my blood boil

And I got to go to the catacombs where the river flows.

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