Step out my door and onto the plains
one gust of wind and sands in my mouth
Somewhere out in the dust he hides my bride
but these surroundings I dont recognise
Swear I been followed
By black figures
Thirst and heat disorientate
Now tell me is this real or is it fake
You cant withstand my Bola
You've lost that fight for good
Your neck's caressed by my dagger
Now I'm drinkin my horse's blood
Cant rest my bones in the campfire light
The sun burns me in the day and the moon freezes me at night
Cant make any grub at all
I'm dying of thirst
In a prison with no walls
I've seen buzzards circling
For too damn long
Forgive me my friend I'll betray
I'm gonna do you wrong with this here blade
You cant withstand my Bola
You've lost that fight for good
Your neck's caressed by my dagger
Now I'm drinkin my horse's blood
Bola
Such a primitive tool
to use primitive tool
to use
Bola
Such a primitive tool
to use primitive tool
to use
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2017
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