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August and Whiteface

from Spirit Box by Tom Slatter

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August and Whiteface both took a bow
Fled to the caravan out back
As the audience roared their applause
They stuffed the corpse into a sack

August and Whiteface took a wrong turn
And met the gendarme on the road
They dropped the corpse
Turned and they fled
But the black clad police hunt them down

If we take off our make up they won't know us at all

Let them swing, let them swing
Come haul the rope up
Let them swing, let them swing
They've earned this fate
Let them swing, let them swing
Stretch their necks out
Without their greasepaint they're nobodies
Without their greasepaint they're nobodies

August and Whiteface escaped before dawn
Cut the ropes around their wrists
Distracted guards, two broken necks
And they fled into the mist

If we take off our make up they won't know us at all

Let them swing, let them swing
Come haul the rope up
Let them swing, let them swing
They've earned this fate
Let them swing, let them swing
Stretch their necks out
Without their greasepaint they're nobodies
Without their greasepaint they're nobodies

Let them swing, let them swing

If we take off our make up they won't know us at all

Let them swing, let them swing
Come haul the rope up
Let them swing, let them swing
They've earned this fate
Let them swing, let them swing
Stretch their necks out
Without their greasepaint they're nobodies
Without their greasepaint they're nobodies

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from Spirit Box, released November 14, 2018

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Tom Slatter London

A latter-day Victorian street-theatre barker with a guitar promising tales of mystery, imagination, ‘orrible murders and bloody great waving tentacles’ is how Tom Slatter has been described. Since 2010 he has been scaring audiences with six albums and numerous EPs of storytelling songs. ... more

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