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I'm shaking hands with all bad seeds
While I moonlight as a preacher
It's gonna be the end of me
I should be dead by midnight

I can't be caught in this red dress
It reeks of roses and vigor
I've broken bread with my best friend
Come on, shape up, it doesn't mean a thing
I'm as calm as they come

CHORUS
The bigger they are
The harder they fall
On the face of fact
Stay silent keep calm
I'm the heartache ender
Heads or tails, decide
Or go quietly
Into the night

Nothing gets past my dignity
The streets are filled with cheap shots
They either work for drugs or cream
No one will live til midlife

I can't be caught in this red mess
It smells of rogue machine guns
They're sweating bullets while singing
Come on, those rats are only good when dead
I'm as calm as they come

CHORUS

Washing the blood of my hands
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Treason and reason goes to bed
A son of a gun
I've got your picture
In case something goes south
Escape as sinner
A saint's omission

All we are is dust
Pointless lives
Is this what you want?
The remedy is bleach
Enhances from your rich, poor life

CHORUS

I can't be caught in this red dress
I can't be caught in this red mess

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