the toothless kiss of skeletons
and the summer hail
I'm the king of nails

I drink my liquor from the palm
of a child who spoke in tongues
and smelled like sun

give all your leaves
to the ghosts in the trees
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine

and blood [bad word] up the stairs
I shut my eyes and killed the [bad word] 
when the sun came knocking
oh to taste the salty oil
of your chest and on your eyes
when the sting is on the rise

sleep in the fire
with snakes I have sired
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine

I drink my liquor from the palm
of a child who spoke in tongues
and smelled like sun

the toothless kiss of skeletons
and the summer hail
I'm the king of nails

give all your leaves
to the ghosts in the trees
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine

sleep in the fire
with snakes I have sired
to sink or to shine
the nails are all mine