Artist: Hickok
Lyrics of Artist: Hickok
Lyrics of Artist: Hickok
[Lyric] Picket Sin (Hickok)
Bloodied knuckles wrapped dead white; Brother's palms filled with rusted, cold iron; Walking ghost found pale moonlight My faded, foggy memories of us as Boys, beaten, broken, but still we lingered on... Burning embers pressed to skin; Brother's breath shouts what he claimed a liar; Black goat hangs in picket sin My forgotten, fucked memories of...Learn MorecountryHickok