Wound Fever from immer & ja! by Dr. Prepper

laced up in a stagecoach, wound fever
bloody bandage, it became a crust
cold sweat soaking the blanket
cold blood rushin’ through their veins

no mercy for the merciless, burnin’ heat
my lips are chapped, my mouth is dry
husky laughing, crackin’ of the whip
subconscious flicker, the milky eye

rollin’ coffin, buried alive
close my eyes, can see the light
rollin’ coffin, buried alive

wound fever, wound fever
please take me home
wound fever, wound fever
I’m dyin’ alone

first lesson, first shot, first kill
first sensation of a cheap, cheap thrill
sold my gun to the cold hearted men
waitin’ in chills, there’s blood on the hill

• Punk
• Street Punk
• old school punk rock
• punk rock
• Nuremberg