Taste The Red Hands

Let it burn in your eyes, your cover is blown this time and you know

But you know this was gonna happen and you could taste the red hands

And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything

But you know this was gonna happen, you could taste the red handsBut you needed this

You needed this

You needed this

You needed thisThere's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you

And only for people like you, I reserve the words

Backstabbers and money whores and dirty rotten millionaires

That always wanted morePull the wool on my eyes, like a crooked, burnt out saint

I believed and soaked in every word you said

Always tasting red hands but the fight never ended and we're all here

Singing loud for revolution and sitting battles outBut you needed this

You needed this

You needed this

You needed thisThere's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you

And only for people like you I reserve the words

Backstabbers and money whores and dirty rotten millionaires

That always wanted moreAnd it's sick outside but I'm trying to keep you alive

And it's sick outside but I'm trying to keep you alive

And it's sick outside but I'm trying to keep you aliveThere's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you

And only for people like you I reserve the words

Backstabbers and money whores and dirty rotten millionaires

That always wanted moreAnd all fingers are pointing right at you

And all fingers are pointing right at you

And all fingers are pointing right at youBut I burned this down for you

Songwriters

Zachary Aaron Miles;Joshua Alan Shellabarger;Brandon Travis Rike;Todd Franklin Osborn;Chad John ShellabargerPublished by

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