מילים לשיר Jawbone And The Air-rifle – Fall

The rabbit killer left his home for the clough
And said goodbye to his infertile spouse
Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood
Carried night A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud
And the graveYellowKeeping edges out with mosaic color stones Jawbone and the air rifle
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is borne The air rifle lets out a misIt smashed a chip off a valued tomb
Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said.