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Killer is the name she gave me River mud in my lungs (ahhhh)
{cold open, warped tape banjo and sub bass creep in} Killer is
the name she gave me
Wore it like a cut black coat
My hands smell like rain and engine smoke
Mean little grin in a fevered throat
(hmm) {banjo answers vocal phrases} Killer,
that name still fits me
Killer, like a spark in the weeds
Killer, she laughed and cut me free (yeah) {hook lands with wider
vocal doubles} She drew that word across my jacket Like a joke
that never dries
Tin cup rattle, crooked church tone
Black water grin in my eyes
(ooh) {resonator and bass push forward} {lazy banjo solo over bass
groove
and warped organ smear}
Killer, that name still fits me
Killer, with the mud still on my sleeves
Killer, she made a mark I keep
(yeah) {full band, rough doubles,
longer
tail}
Killer is the name she gave me (hummmm) {banjo trails off,
bass and organ decay}