Clutch - Slaughter Beach lyrics
[Clutch - Slaughter Beach lyrics]
I do what I have to do just to get on by
There's no sex appeal in guilt nor anger
Ain't it enough
Ain't it enough to provide?
Economic casualties
My blue-blooded creeps
Hand in hand we walk together
Along Slaughter Beach
Maritime tragedies
You blue-blooded freaks
Hand in hand we walk together
Along Slaughter Beach
I'm not betting on wild horses
Like they do in Assateague or Pimlico
I demand to shuck my clam
The old fashioned way
Under a strawberry moon, bare handed
Wearing no clothes
Economic casualties
My blue-blooded creeps
Hand in hand we walk together
Along Slaughter Beach
Maritime tragedies
You blue-blooded freaks
Hand in hand we walk together
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Economic casualties
My blue-blooded creeps
Hand in hand we walk together
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Maritime tragedies
You blue-blooded freaks
Hand in hand we walk together
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
Sunrise on Slaughter Beach
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