Lyrics: Rotten Trenchcoat

The following page features the lyrics to "Rotten Trenchcoat", a song by the metal band Triple Seven. It is the thirteenth track off their second full-length studio album Ghost Romance.

Lyrics
You will die alone here, as a levitating torso.

Nobody dare reinvent his presence, that ignorant creep.

The booty you were enamored with no longer shakes.

A knife, a flamethrower was planted there.

For you to explode upon contact.

(And for your nerves to break!)

Take the accessory off.

It doesn't suit you well.

Throw it off your stature.

You're making the attire rot!

Atheists and pagans in the universe.

Ignite the sharpshooter's true source of pain.

His subconsciousness soon to float into the unsane.

Star-crossed prophets cower no longer.

I have the present of the boy's organs.

(Though they're just smaller)

Formerly high on LSD, now under the influence.

Of the mark of Cain!

Take the accessory off.

It doesn't suit you well.

Throw it off your stature.

You're making the attire rot!

Rotten trenchcoat.

Those clothes have since become tarnished.

Your halo's every bit of a lie, it made us pissed.

The coils of rope are here to make you convoluted.

Rotten...

Trenchcoat!

Oh, so immensely rotten...

Trenchcoat!

Take the accessory off.

It doesn't suit you well.

Throw it off your stature.

You're making the attire rot!

Track details

 * Length: 4:12
 * Genre: Alternative metal
 * Producer: Kris Crummett
 * Band performance: Triple Seven

Credits

 * Ashlee Erickson - lead vocals
 * Ray Drieberg - lead guitar
 * Paulie Schumaker - bass guitar
 * Lou Killings - rhythm guitar
 * Derrick Halsey - drums, percussion