Hooplah! - Hawver Blues Lyrics

I've got buzzards on the back of my neck, chewing through my halo
With their whispering breath, humming hexes and poems to my drunken step
A cool smile, affirming the presence of death

My knees are weak next to strange bodies, my thoughts are hateful from bored stories My time is best spent in bathroom stalls hiding, watching my ego melting away

I've got sketches of my greatest fears come in for a handshake with a 6 pack of beer Calling easy and friendly and out of thin air, and i can see the scissors bleeding
As he cuts my hair, feeling no different as i die on a dare, i exhale with patience
Too stubborn to care