Lyrics Alex Cameron

Alex Cameron

Mongrel

She just wanted to hold his heart in her hands for a while

Drops of blood in a green glass vial

He could tell her a thousand times not to stare when he gets wild

Drops of blood in a green glass vial

Drops of blood in a green glass vial

Makin' money is the devil's art, they could trade their food and wine

Growing grapes on a fence-tied vine

German shepherds and caged magpies under corrugated iron

Drops of blood in a green glass vial

Drops of blood in a green glass vial

He made decisions like a seasoned vet, with a gun to the sky

Quadrabykes and a telescopic eye

Drops of blood in a green glass vial

In the evening marauders came off, fear was on her breath

My sweet girl, so scared you forgot about death

Death is the pulse in your eye on your very last breath