Why step here, up this twilight hill? Have you lost your way? The fog hangs low on Slate Hill Road Creep and crawl to the iron gate The air drifts foul, the leaves all fell Fast beats your snake-bit heart Deer rifle held in smoke-cured hands Out the driver's side he's taking careless aim Dead flowers bloom in this north country blue From the falls to the villes from the lakes to the hills From the greens in the east and the red mountains west There's a storm of flies that's rising too Dead flowers bloom in this north country blue From the falls to the villes from the lakes to the hills From the greens in the east and the red mountains west You see them hunger but their stomachs full Watch the salt block from the stand Slither through leaves onto another's land Pry the door from the frame Torchlit shine and what's theirs you'll take Fill your eyes with gold Fill your lungs with smoke Fill your pockets with stones Fill your mind with rope The fog hangs low as you come and go While monsters roar on Bump Stock Road Dead flowers bloom in this north country blue From the falls to the villes from the lakes to the hills From the greens in the east and the red mountains west Flood lights burn bright through the depths of night Dead flowers bloom in this north country blue From the falls to the villes from the lakes to the hills From the greens in the east and the red mountains west There's a storm of flies that's rising too There's a crooked cross under River Bridge Wet silver kiss where kids learn to live Walk hand and hand up posted roads As they wander on some don't come home Shale splintered smoke Lying in the grass Creased leather lips and a heavy drag The night's taken what gifts you had Barrel leveled at a child not young buck or stag Dead flowers bloom in this north country blue From the falls to the villes from the lakes to the hills From the greens in the east and the red mountains west These heavy rains wash the bones right back Dead flowers bloom in this north country blue From the falls to the villes from the lakes to the hills From the greens in the east and the red mountains west To the Gallows God goes the Devil's due