The Black Crowes - Song Of The Flesh lyrics

Written by: R. Robinson & C. Robinson

Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear

Make my honey

Grind that salt before the rains come this year

Make it all muddy

So now you have called

And now you want to ring my neck

Oh baby you talk so tight

Tell me now who's all wet

I could kiss your promiscuous mind

My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear

Make us all alone

Wind your watch and bless all my prayers

Make ready to get home

Oh now you get so hard

Now you ring my neck

Now you wanna talk so tight

Tell me who's all wet

I could kiss your promiscuous mind

I could kiss your promiscuous mind

Yes I could

I have four lone stars

That you have given me

Yeah, why don't you give it baby

Well, the feeling you're giving baby

Tell me, what you give away

Give it, give it, give it