Beist - Fever Blanket

Hold me like a fever blanket keep my bones warm when I die
Speak to me in your language ain't gonna understand, ain't gonna try
You move like a forest fire drunk off the land like it's Rye
Well, it ain't the whiskey and it ain't that timber, it's the darkness

So, you want to move out west where everything is fine
Towards the painted horses and the blood red eyes of my tribe

Pick up like the dust in the wind settle down on someone more kind
Stay like the tattoos on my skin hurt real good, but heal just fine
Hurry up please it's time
There ain't much room left in line
Meet me at a little bar on the east side where my blood runs
Where we turn water into wine

There ain't no cowboys left in heaven just a bunch of boys stuck sharpening their knives
There ain't no braves on the battlefield there ain't nobody left worth the fight

Written by:
Alex Visions, Luke Larsen

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