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Six Legged Spider Society - The Ragtime Murders Lyrics



Six Legged Spider Society - The Ragtime Murders Lyrics




Soaking crimson in the tub with Edgar Allan Poe
Candle wax burn fat drip drip low
Screachin' from the street like a Vaudeville show
Planter-box pigeons trim a grim tableau

It's a beauty queen, murder scene, squeaky clean, amphetamine
Soak the room in gasoline and light a f*ckin' match
Hey!

'Graph cracklin' Jelly Roll squealin' on repeat
Freckled tile meltin' from the sticky summer heat
A sparkled ruby necklace and a pink marguerite
Couteau caché dans la couverture discrète

It's a radio, horror show, tale of woe, grab the dough
Bourbon bottle vertigo, down the f*ckin' hatch
Hey!

She was a sweet thing but a Couyon, on a Rôder in the fin-fond
She sold herself for a nightcap, a summer dress and Lagniappe
She didn't see the devil creeping up from behind
You can't hide, you can't run away
Laissez les bon temps roulez

Orange hell licking clouds smoking black as crows
The exit cut with flaming bricks felled in crisscross rows
From your toes the fire grows like a summer rose
You can outrun lady justice but never hell's gallows

It's a holiday, macabre play, gone astray, beg and pray
Tried to make a get away, lock the f*ckin' latch
Hey!
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Soaking crimson in the tub with Edgar Allan Poe
Candle wax burn fat drip drip low
Screachin' from the street like a Vaudeville show
Planter-box pigeons trim a grim tableau

It's a beauty queen, murder scene, squeaky clean, amphetamine
Soak the room in gasoline and light a f*ckin' match
Hey!

'Graph cracklin' Jelly Roll squealin' on repeat
Freckled tile meltin' from the sticky summer heat
A sparkled ruby necklace and a pink marguerite
Couteau caché dans la couverture discrète

It's a radio, horror show, tale of woe, grab the dough
Bourbon bottle vertigo, down the f*ckin' hatch
Hey!

She was a sweet thing but a Couyon, on a Rôder in the fin-fond
She sold herself for a nightcap, a summer dress and Lagniappe
She didn't see the devil creeping up from behind
You can't hide, you can't run away
Laissez les bon temps roulez

Orange hell licking clouds smoking black as crows
The exit cut with flaming bricks felled in crisscross rows
From your toes the fire grows like a summer rose
You can outrun lady justice but never hell's gallows

It's a holiday, macabre play, gone astray, beg and pray
Tried to make a get away, lock the f*ckin' latch
Hey!
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Writer: Dylan Hemsworth
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Performed By: Six Legged Spider Society
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Dylan Hemsworth
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