Screaming vocals, blues guitar, fuzz bass, and industrial drums - produced to sound like it was recorded in a barn with one microphone. Hristo is an embodiment
(chorus)
I’m gonna leave her out there on the porch swing
Leave on down the road
I’m gonna leave her out there on the porch swing
Leave her there for my Lord
(verse)
Old Frank Houndstooth
Came down Beggars Avenue
We gonna have a feast today
We gonna make a meal of you
Come back inside
There ain’t nowhere to hide
Your God ain’t here
He’s just watchin’ from the back pew
(chorus)
(verse)
Bare feet, black teeth
Let the neighbors come to eat
Light the fire, run the stills
Watchin’ from your cage of sheets
Well I got the key
My oh me
I think I’ll keep it round my neck
Until the fire’s got the heat
(verse)
Napkins, silverware
Take a razor to your hair
You can cry and you can pray
But we’ll all get a share
Let me show you my tree
Just the porch swing and me
Well I may leave you swingin
But the rest will leave you bare
