Unicorn Killer

Hands on wheels
Leave me alone while I speed
Over here
The haze of the diesel behind me

Too bankrupt and broke to seducing the whore
Move to the man that knows what I came for
Black is what I feel and what I adore
The days that i conquer the ships on the shore

Reflecting all the same whenever it's power or disease
Lifting up the rocks to show you strengh that I feel
Now it's time to move because I hear the mowing of the sheep
Bottle of the whisky reel me to the finest dream

Ain't got time for you ain't got time for your moarn
The morning I would coming home she's laying flat on the floor
Catch me if you fucking can Come back go for a haunt

I ain't write for you Oh not one single note
Spot - Welded and warm is the pell of a horse
Away from the screams, from the conflict and war
Self-pity sick drifts the hero on comfort