Taste The Red Hands

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

But you needed this
You needed this
You needed this
You needed this

There'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 more

Pull 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 out

But you needed this
You needed this
You needed this
You needed this

There'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 more

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

There'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 more

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