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Written by Connor Douglas Ferguson
Produced by Alex Newport
I want speed and alcohol
And boys who speak with southern drawl
Can’t call me a hedonist
If I aim to hurt and make a mess
By the throat
Of the flesh
Who needs heaven
With hell this fresh?
Baptize me with all your sweat
I want true love and that’s a threat
He won’t call me his only bet
But he’ll call me something better yet
By the throat
Of the flesh
Who need heaven
With hell this fresh?
Give me all the things I’m needing
I’m not here for no good reason
Bite your hand until you’re feeding
Rub your heart until it’s bleeding
Woah now, you better not slow down
If you don’t know how, I’ll do it on my own now
By the throat
of the flesh
Who needs heaven
With hell this fresh?
Seems a little quiet over here
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