Elk.Blood.Heart - All Them Witches

The dogs died

In the park last night

There’s nothing we could do

There’s nothing we could do

Let the bees go hunt for honey

There’s nothing we could do

There’s nothing we could do

Oh, but praise them

Oh, Elk Blood Heart

Tastes like the great white north

And I hope you found

That I hold all the keys to open up

Every single door

Let it ring through the arch of my skull

Let it breathe through the teeth of all of these people

There’s nothing we could do

There’s nothing we could do

Oh, but praise them