8stops7 - The Red Ant | Текст песни

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• The Red Ant

It’s getting cold in Pennsylvania;
All the cameras and elevators,
and you’ve got me drying off in hotel lobbies.
Brother, I think you need another hobby.

Some things you just don’t forget like,
I can racing my accomplices.
4am and down and the stairs,
sirens ringing through the air.
We congregate and fill the room.
Rabid whispers on the move.
No one quite sure what to do,
but fingers will be flying soon.

I believe you and I should be okay,
but we should probably pack our bags just in case.
They send out the dogs for people like us.

(It was the) wrong time of year for New Orleans,
for coffee cups, and limousines.
We stood toe to toe on Bourbon Street.
Brother that Hurricane is a selfish, a selfish drink.

They say, ‘You boys should get in line.
Troubled deeds breed troubled minds.
There’s a reason for those warning signs.
Folks roun’ here start breathing fire.
And fortune never wastes it’s time
on magnets for the worst advice.’
I’m in my mother’s prayers tonight,
can feel the angels by my side.

I believe you and I should be okay,
but we should probably pack our bags just in case.
‘They send out the dogs for people like us.’

And I believe we should cut our loss before lines
get crossed and this dirty work catches up to us.
They send out the dogs for people like us.

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