Cane Hill | OxBlood

Pre-order the album: iTunes: Welcome to the farm, tonight I run the joint. Your room’s outside. Play in the dirt. Roll in the mud. No shirt, no shoes, just greed to cut. Welcome to the farm tonight. I run the joint, here’s your new life. Eat the worm, swallow the flies. No shirt, no shoes, just appetites. Amputee, I’m black market Jesus, And I got the blood you need. But I need a promise to secrecy or you get nothing from me. You want Type A? I got it.