Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Laces, artist - Funeral Chic. Album song Superstition, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 15.11.2018
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
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 |