I got skulls in the bottom of a whiskey glass I’m a big bold man, but I think I’ll pass Better slow up, I’m moving up too fast Something’s come for me at last Hot flame licking on the burning meat Black smoke broiling off broken bones Something came close in the dead of night […]
I got skulls in the bottom of a whiskey glass
I’m a big bold man, but I think I’ll pass
Better slow up, I’m moving up too fast
Something’s come for me at last
Hot flame licking on the burning meat
Black smoke broiling off broken bones
Something came close in the dead of night
Found him in the dark, and he was all alone
Dead eyes, dead eyes
Dead eyes, dead eyes
Skulls in the bottom of a whiskey glass
I’m a big bold man, but I think I’ll pass
Better slow up, I’m moving up too fast
Something’s come for me at last
Dead eyes, dead eyes
Dead eyes, dead eyes
—Guadalcanal Diary, Dead Eyes (click the song name for the mp3)