Let it burn in your eyes. Your cover is blown this time.
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.
And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything.
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you.
Pull the wool over my eyes, like a crooked, burnt-out saint.
I believed and soaked in every word you said,
always tasting red hands.
It's sick outside, but I'm trying to keep you alive.
And all fingers are pointing right at you.
