Paid the fee, for talking to you
Now you're washed up on Jordan lake
Neck ripped open, eyeshadow smudged
Stubble so precise, it'll never break

Nothing sweeter than local honey
Nothing sadder than a local death

Put on trial for an innocent crime
Said I knew you since summer camp
I didn't do it, and this they know
But it's more than blood, than ink
It runs through the sand

Nothing sweeter than local honey
Nothing faster than a dying breath

Nothing sweeter than local honey
Nothing sadder than a local death

Nothing sweeter than local honey
Nothing faster than a dying breath