Palace Of Sin - These Are They

The coffin varnish, the drink of choice

The stages dust, as dancing girls, ply the trade

Den of iniquity, ramblers music plays

Oak and brass, nude portrait, sings to me

Calico queen, do I ride your river of fate

Sweet miss Vines, do I leave this well of hell

Calice queen, do I rely on what you tell

Sweet miss Vines, do you care to die

Intruders ears, are about the rail

Wretched eyes, away from this place

As night falls, away from this place

I’ll tell of treasuresm we’ll divide the take

Calico queen, who is he, your eyes behold

Sweet miss Vines, is my gun all you need

Calico queen, meet you at the rippling waters

Sweet miss Vines, you the nightingale, sings tonight

Stranger as you leave

Be forwarned

Mine eyes are watching you

I prosper in this hole

See the gal, she’ll ruin you

Think twice, to heed her view

Anything you can have

You’ll hire to be my hand

There’s no future, here in hell

I’m Hatchet Jack, from Misery Hill

You’ll find fame, fortune too

Or a marble orchard view

Hatchet Jack, I presume you challenged me

Mr Hargrove, now you die