Hellhounds & Heartstrings #NDC_Bingo [D1]

Hard Stoner Rock, Sludge Metal, Heavy Riffs, Raw, Gritty, Male Vocal

NDC Summer Bingo Challenge: [D1]
Genre: Hard Stoner Rock
Theme: Pets

🎵 Lyrics 🎵

I found you howlin’ at my doorstep late last night, drenched in rain and gasoline
Your charcoal fur was singed at the edges, eyes like two lit coals staring back at me
You chewed through my favorite boots and left the leather scattered like confetti on the floor
Now the landlord’s screaming through the ceiling, says I can’t live here anymore

But hell, you’re mine
A three-hundred-pound disaster wrapped in a thrift-store collar, tugging at its chain

You fetch the bones of older sins, dragging them home between your jagged yellow teeth
The neighbors swear they’ve seen you grinning from the shadows where the streetlights don’t reach
They say you’ll be the death of me, but you’re the only one who laughs when I’m coming undone
So let’s raise a toast to bad decisions, you’re the best mistake I’ve ever loved

Oh, my hellhound, breathe your fire straight into the heart of this tired little house
Burn the curtains, melt the wires, let the smoke alarms scream until they give out
You’re the devil I can’t resist, even when you gnaw through the brakes of my car
A smoldering shadow with a slobbery kiss, leaving scorch marks on every doorframe and scar

They say you’ll drag me under, down where the river runs black with regret
But I just love the thunder of your paws shaking the floorboards of this attic apartment
Yeah, we’re lost, but we’re found in the flicker of street lamps and the hum of late-night radio
Two ghosts haunting the same crooked alley, howling at the moon until our voices give out

So let’s go run where the streetlights fade into the static hum of a sleeping town
Through the graveyard where the ghosts all play poker with the bones that you’ve dug up from the ground
You’re my beast, I’m your mess, tangled in leashes and half-sung promises
Love like ours doesn’t need an exorcist, just a matchstick and a quiet place to exist

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NDC Summer Bingo Challenge: [D1] Genre: Hard Stoner Rock Theme: Pets 🎵 Lyrics 🎵 I found you howlin’ at my doorstep late last night, drenched in rain and gasoline Your charcoal fur was singed at the edges, eyes like two lit coals staring back at me You chewed through my favorite boots and left the leather scattered like confetti on the floor Now the landlord’s screaming through the ceiling, says I can’t live here anymore But hell, you’re mine A three-hundred-pound disaster wrapped in a thrift-store collar, tugging at its chain You fetch the bones of older sins, dragging them home between your jagged yellow teeth The neighbors swear they’ve seen you grinning from the shadows where the streetlights don’t reach They say you’ll be the death of me, but you’re the only one who laughs when I’m coming undone So let’s raise a toast to bad decisions, you’re the best mistake I’ve ever loved Oh, my hellhound, breathe your fire straight into the heart of this tired little house Burn the curtains, melt the wires, let the smoke alarms scream until they give out You’re the devil I can’t resist, even when you gnaw through the brakes of my car A smoldering shadow with a slobbery kiss, leaving scorch marks on every doorframe and scar They say you’ll drag me under, down where the river runs black with regret But I just love the thunder of your paws shaking the floorboards of this attic apartment Yeah, we’re lost, but we’re found in the flicker of street lamps and the hum of late-night radio Two ghosts haunting the same crooked alley, howling at the moon until our voices give out Oh, my hellhound, breathe your fire straight into the heart of this tired little house Burn the curtains, melt the wires, let the smoke alarms scream until they give out You’re the devil I can’t resist, even when you gnaw through the brakes of my car A smoldering shadow with a slobbery kiss, leaving scorch marks on every doorframe and scar So let’s go run where the streetlights fade into the static hum of a sleeping town Through the graveyard where the ghosts all play poker with the bones that you’ve dug up from the ground You’re my beast, I’m your mess, tangled in leashes and half-sung promises Love like ours doesn’t need an exorcist, just a matchstick and a quiet place to exist

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