Shell From Sawed-Off

I'm aware that They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled And the barrel is empty Since their whiskey is missing But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and We're on a roll I heard from her and her merciless curves That the curse'll come first Just 'fore the rebirth It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross O'er a plate made of moss so I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off As I paint Hell from Far-Off Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart Who can't turn from the art Like embarrassing a perishing enemy Yeah, one last taunt When told to listen as though it'd fix it Something went missing Although I didn't miss it A relation on a ship quite distant and Slightly free Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now Out that ship has sailed Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark Who can flip 'round the ark Like embarrassing a perishing enemy Yeah, one last taunt And our sweat is slightly trickling A whiskey business, the highest feeling And the pressure is highly tricky A risky business, a godly healing