Postal Modern - The Baron Lyrics

At home where I throw the bones
Got a wall and it's filled with dolls
And one one of them's got your face
Your pretty eyes
Your beaded smile
And your dirty gaze
Oh how I love that gaze

Got a spot next to a plot
Where the dead still lay
Where fly the crows
That watch the bones
And their stones in the ground
Beside the sod
And the must
And the dust
Oh I how I love that sound

Give me a reason to get you under my voodoo
When you lift your head up from the pillow feel my pins and needles
Gonna get you in the palm of my hand
Pretty face against the fire my pins all up inside ya

Got a mount here on the ground
Got a room inside a tomb
Of living flesh and bone
For when I'm called
I like to stall
Within the breath of a life
Amongst the sex
And the jokes
And the smokes
Oh how I love that jazz

Give me a reason to get you under my voodoo
When you lift your head up from the pillow feel my pins and needles
Gonna get you in the palm of my hand
Pretty face against the fire my pins all up inside ya