Bone Orchard - Killing Breeze - 1992

Ⓒ 1991 Ⓟ Corcoran BMI 1992

Rough mix of track from band's unfinished, unreleased second record, "Lunatic Fringe".

All instruments and vocals courtesy of M. Corcoran (the "last guy standing").

Man with a gun is a dangerous thing
When he hears voices and his head starts to ring.
He's primed and he's loaded and his aim is steady.
You're in his sights and now he's ready.

There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze,
And it's blowing your way.
There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze,
And it's blowing your way.

Monkey on his back, he's about to crack.
Headful of rage, and now he's gunning for the front page.
Evening news arrives to psychoanalyze.
And pretty little anchor gets it right between the eyes.

There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze,
And it's blowing your way.
There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze,
And it's blowing your way.

Shot to the head, shot to the gut,
Look out stomach, I'm gonna throw up.
'Cause there's blood everywhere, there's blood everywhere,
There's blood everywhere.

He's rifling through his pockets
As he's laughing up his sleeve.
When a bullet through the brain
Has got him falling like the leaves.

There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze,
And it's blowing your way.
There's death in the trees, there's a killing breeze,
And it's blowing your way.