Song | Oddfellows |
Artist | Tomahawk |
Album | oddfellows |
It's my blood's golden dawnold shriners burnin' strong | |
They call us oddfellows | |
We're dancing on the gallowswe'll just use tomorrow | |
From the hills, | |
Here they come | |
Cold, magic | |
Please behold | |
We only know the odd way | |
We believe themwe forgive them |