Lyrics Mark Lanegan – Death’s Head Tattoo

Wild thing
See the monkey in the jungle swing
Canaray in the cavern sing
That the devil lives in anything

C’mon people
You know that I ain’t got the wherewithal
When California starts to crawl
Makes a poor man leave his home

And if I cry for you baby
Your death’s head tattoo made me
Pray for the last one standing
Holding a loaded gun
I can see her there under the golden sun

Wild thing
See the man up on the gallows swing
See the creature walking through the weeds
In a garden grown from evil seeds

C’mon people
You know I can’t afford to reconcile
When California starts to crawl
Makes a poor child leave it’s home

And if I cry for you baby
Your death’s head tattoo made me
Pray for the last one standing
Holding a loaded gun
I can see her there under the golden sun

Better the devil you know
Than the one that you don’t
Better the devil you know
Than the one that you don’t

C’mon people
You know that I ain’t got the wherewithal
When California starts to crawl
Makes a poor man leave his home

And if I cry for you baby
Your death’s head tattoo made me
Pray for the last one standing
Holding a loaded gun
I can see her there under the golden sun