Clayfield – Clayfield lyrics

Slipping on blood is expensive
Stepping on glass is electric
All this watered down flesh
Walking dead in a pretty little palace
Tender skin
Soft leather jacket
You can have it all
If the price is right
And the price is right

With their losses we can all pay
For the neon through the hallway

Really fancy on the surface
How will Dresden ever forgive us?
Behind cameras there are secrets
Thats the reason that you’ll read it
We could drink to
The hairs on your head
to the smell of your sweat
Two tale inbred

With their losses we can all pay
For the neon through the hallway