The Killing Season
Mark Lanegan Lyrics


Killing season it's beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
You're either lose, or come up winning
I wear my old gray over coat,
I paint it merry, I paint it black
Tonight they hang Jack
Tonight they hang Jack
When this killing season's opened,
I never say your name again
And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug
You hear the children speaking backwards
Dead by glow above he beds
Who sings a song that isn't a song
My soul's attraction
Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action

Smell in the instance of the perfume of your blood
Smell in the instance of the perfume of my drug

The prick and border start to pound,
Powdering in the air like
When this cold dark night is over,
There ain't nobody left around

I paint it merry, I paint it black
Tonight they hang Jerry
Tonight they hang Jerry
And when this fever's dream is ending
I'll never come this way again
And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug
Killing season it's beginning,
Skeleton hands around my throat
Someone will lose, somebody's winning

I wear my old gray over coat
I wear my old gray over coat

Lyrics © Red Brick Music Publishing, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: MARK LANEGAN, SIETSE VAN GORKOM

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andyg

The killing season it's beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
You either lose, or come up winnings
I wear my old grey overcoat
Now paint it mary, paint it black
Tonight they hang Jerry
Tonight they hang Jack
When this killing season's over
I'll never say your name again

And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug
Do you hear the children speaking backwards?
Their bodies float above the bed
Who sings a song that isn't sung
My soul's in traction
Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action

Smelling the incense of, the perfume of your blood
Smelling the incense of, the perfume of my drug

The brick and mortar start to pound
A powder in the air like anthrax
Brought six white horses down
When this cold dark night is over
There ain't nobody left around

Now paint it mary, paint it black
Tonight they hang Jerry
Tonight they hang Jack
And when this fever dream has ended
I'll never come this way again

And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug
The killing season, it's beginning
Skeletal hands are on my throat
Somebody will lose somebody's winnings
I wear my old grey overcoat
I wear my old grey overcoat



All comments from YouTube:

andyg

The killing season it's beginning
I feel your hands around my throat
You either lose, or come up winnings
I wear my old grey overcoat
Now paint it mary, paint it black
Tonight they hang Jerry
Tonight they hang Jack
When this killing season's over
I'll never say your name again

And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug
Do you hear the children speaking backwards?
Their bodies float above the bed
Who sings a song that isn't sung
My soul's in traction
Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action

Smelling the incense of, the perfume of your blood
Smelling the incense of, the perfume of my drug

The brick and mortar start to pound
A powder in the air like anthrax
Brought six white horses down
When this cold dark night is over
There ain't nobody left around

Now paint it mary, paint it black
Tonight they hang Jerry
Tonight they hang Jack
And when this fever dream has ended
I'll never come this way again

And if I smell the perfume of, the perfume of your blood
I know it's just the incense, incense of my drug
The killing season, it's beginning
Skeletal hands are on my throat
Somebody will lose somebody's winnings
I wear my old grey overcoat
I wear my old grey overcoat

Mrdruggedalien

thx

Erick Medeiros

This just might be my favorite Lanegan song of all time, and he's recorded some really great songs.

Rosa Rio

Adoro ! Great music.

IAmKrow

You can always rely on Mark to startle you with some pretty freaky imagery: "D'you hear the children speaking backwards?/Their bodies float above the bed"

IAmKrow

@Michael Loughran I think that makes sense, and I believe that the meaning of Harvest Home might be similar.

Michael Loughran

I have had this album for a long time and love this song but sometimes lyrics and a songs meaning get by me especially if it just sounds good
I binge watched “The killing season” A show about The Long Island serial killer and connected the dots that Marks song is obviously about Serial murder

Marco Pezzetti

Un grande !!

Kieran McNally

im a fucking massive UNKLE fan and of their remixes but I like this version better. love the UNKLE mix too. tip-top track!

h00dboy

The amount of the great musicians that were introduced to me by UNKLE is greater than any other project! I love all involved with it!!!

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