red star hear me your sun's burnt out
we gotta change our faces now erase ourselves out loud
we can shiver in a restaurant
until they shake the shakers out and kick us to the curb
my face is dirty and my car don't start
but I will never betray your heart crossing the picket line
cause i've been practicing my make up
you've been waiting for your bad haircut to grow out
it's a shame but you don't feel the same way i do
oh oh oh
you don't care, we don't feel the same
yes it's written... all over your face
so are you with him are you with me or within yourself
(a fake weapon, a crystal scythe unlike the pistol I keep for myself)
and im aware im not the kindest drunk but i
haven't seen such a political bedroom in these seas.
i mean, how can you really believe all that?
because you read it in fortune magazine.
I was in it for the revolution you were in it for the long weekend,
where there's no clean water no clean romance
it's a shame but you don't feel the same way i do
oh oh oh
you don't care, we don't feel the same
yes it's written... all over your face

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