[Instrumental intro inspired by spaghetti western soundtrack with harmonica prominent] [Verse 1, gravelly vocals with gravelly grit inspired by heartland rock] Fuckin' perched above my she-hyena, A flask between us, dusk draws nearer. Her laughter cuts the amber haze, While twilight leans with hungry gaze. Her black claymore lies still and cold, No whispers yet, no fires taken hold. [Chorus 1] I’ll live through this—my death’s not near, No creepin' doubt, no trace of fear. Bones will crash beneath my flight, This rush, this thrill — fuckin' blood’s alight. Whooooooo.... [Verse 2] She stretches out, her vest askew, One leg cocked, her spotted hue. I watch in silence, breath held tight, Too much beauty for this light. The sun is gone, the graveyard still— Fuckin' dread slides in against my fuckin' will. [Chorus 2] I’ll live through this—my fate is clear. But I can’t shake what I most fear. We wait beneath a heavy sky, Not sure if I’ll watch her die. [Instrumental interlude, harmonica, banjo] Whooooooooo.... [Bridge] The earth begins to shift and groan, Mounds churn the toppled headstones. The graveyard stirs with scrapin' sounds, As clawed hands punch from underground. [Verse 3] Her claymore bursts in fuchsia blaze, A thousand voices flood the haze. She arches back with wicked cries, Ecstatic joy behind her eyes. I see her whole, and nothin' less— My love, my thrill, my recklessness. [Chorus 3, climactic poignant] I’ll live through this — my fate is clear, While she could fall, and that’s my fear, Her dance with death is Scuzzy defined, And I'd never trade my love for fuckin' peace of mind. [Outro] Her dance with death is fuckin' Scuzzy defined, And I'd never trade my love for fuckin' peace of mind.
