Skin the Rabbit - Dispatch

Aw we recognize, see it in your eyes

See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone

We know who you are, we’re not very far

We’re not very far, we’re the cop and the criminal

Aw we recognize, aw we recognize

See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone

We know who you are, we know who you are

We’re not very far, we’re the cop and the criminal

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving

About the track that we’re on

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm

Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine

Stone to stone, the needle and the eye

Oil in the sand, a gun in every hand

A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo

Feel it in the dawn, won’t be very long

Won’t be very long, in the age of the methadone

Oil in the sand, oil in the sand

A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo

Feel it in the dawn, feel it in the dawn

Won’t be very long, in the age of the methadone

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving

About the track that we’re on

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm

Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine

Stone to stone, the needle and the eye

Is there anyone else?

Is there anyone else?

Is there anyone else who can

Who can read my mind

Who can read my mind

Who can read my mind 'cause it’s no longer mine

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving

About the track that we’re on

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm

Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine

Stone to stone, the needle and the eye

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

There’s a lot of people saying that we’re grieving

About the track that we’re on

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit

Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm

Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine

Stone to stone, the needle and the eye