Lyrics Red Laces - Funeral Chic

Red Laces

Waged war on personal soil
Somebody buries their son, frontless and cold
Plucked from the ditch he’ll be left
Stripped of power forever
No redemption, no salvation
Just a decrepit fucking relic
He had it coming
He fucking got it
Every chain they swing, flag they wave is mine
Beyond respect, beyond forgiveness
Past the point of opting out
Don’t want your foot out the door, I want your head on a stick, I want your
fucking scalp
To see you hanging by your neck from your fucking red laces