Like a Spaghetti-Western without the dubbing.
Sean Reynolds (guitar, co-music writer)
Michael Jost (Production, Bass)
Robin Rutherford and Nia Mondy
Background Vocals
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I had just met Sean Reynolds, and we sat down, and in
One take wrote it, and recorded it.
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{Verse 1}
The sun came down, the moon went up
I’m underground, I've given up
You're camping out right on my grave
You're so convinced that I'm your slave.
{Chorus}
So take a hard look when next you can
Even though you're on the lam
A psychic vampire in a leather suit
Selling like a vendor the Dhatura root
Jumping up and down like you're so damn cute
So scoot bitch
So scoot bitch
So scoot bitch scoot.
{Verse 2}
When deep in sleep a silence found
I'm far away no longer bound
I hope and pray that you're still there
Crazy-eyed with graying hair
Truth and dare, don't compare.
So take a hard look when next you can
Even though you're on the lam
A psychic vampire in a leather suit
Selling like a vendor the Dhatura root
Jumping up and down like you're so damn cute
But shit, nothing's cute.
{Last verse}
You're out the door with a pocket and a dime
Your mother taught you how to be on time
Nothing compares to you… Nothing
So I dedicate this cut to you
It's all I have left it's the final clue
Even when deaf a cow says moo
I'm out the door, that’s my cue.
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