Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Screen door slam Rust on the latch Boot prints, red Name on the mailbox, scratched (uh) [Verse 1] Got a Bible with the spine all split Page stained brown where my thumbprint sit Granddad’s knife in the coffee can Mud on the floor where the trail began Rocking chair creak in the back room slow Something in a sack where the corn should grow Moon like a busted floodlight, flick Dog won’t bark, just hides and licks [Chorus] Blood on the boots, on the old front steps Guts in the sink where the dishes left Fingers in a jar by the window glow Toes in a row where the wild weeds grow We don’t lock doors ‘cause the hills don’t care If you came for a prayer or a nightmare there Blood on the boots and the gravel road Pray you keep all your fingers and toes (hey) [Verse 2] (She:) Lipstick smeared on a burlap sack Wedding ring hangs from a railroad track Lullaby hum through a split lip grin Counting every knock like a next of kin (He:) Spit out teeth in a Coke can rattle Brand new spur for the next night’s cattle License plate nailed to the barn wall bent Names carved deep where the last ones went [Chorus] Blood on the boots, on the old front steps Guts in the sink where the dishes left Fingers in a jar by the window glow Toes in a row where the wild weeds grow We don’t lock doors ‘cause the hills don’t care If you came for a prayer or a nightmare there Blood on the boots and the gravel road Pray you keep all your fingers and toes (oh) [Bridge] (She, whispered) Count ‘em slow One, two, three, hold your breath, don’t speak (He) Four, five, six, if I knock, don’t peek Seven more names carved under the paint Mama said mercy, but mercy ain’t [Chorus] Blood on the boots, on the old front steps Guts in the sink where the dishes left Fingers in a jar by the window glow Toes in a row where the wild weeds grow We don’t lock doors ‘cause the hills don’t care If you came for a prayer or a nightmare there Blood on the boots and the gravel road Hope you leave with your fingers and toes (yeah)
Tags
rap, Grimy horrorcore-country hybrid with male and female vocals trading lines; twangy detuned banjo and slide guitar over distorted 808s and blown-out kicks. Dark ambient drones, creaking wood, chain rattles, distant dogs. Verses stay sparse and menacing, hook explodes with gang vocals, stomps, and claps. Occasional radio-static sweeps and reversed screams tucked low in the mix for unease., country, horrorcore, hardcore, dark ambient, noise, freestyle
Duration
2:44
Instrumental
No
Created
3/22/2026