Everybody Loves An Outlaw
A, Am, B, Bm, C, D, E, Em, G
Did you really think I'd just forgive and forget?
No, I've to catch you with her to bless your wrong code
So cold and you
Your tits on a chimney I don't wanna be
You're a fool
If you don't doubt it, just let it go
I see red, red, oh red
I come to your head, head, to your head
No, I see red, red, red
Did you really just say
She didn't mean anything
Oh
I remember those words when I come for your soul
your soul
Know that you
Get to jump on crayon all I need you're so cool
Very busy that gets me so cold
I see red
Rain, oh rain, I come to your head, hey, to your head
Executioner style, and there won't be no trial
Don't you know that you're better off dead?
And I'll see his red, red, oh, red
No, I'll see his
Oh, oh, hey
Oh, you're so done
Better sleep one while you're open tonight
I see red, red, oh red
It comes to your head, head, to your head
Oh, executioner style
And there won't be no trial
Don't you know that you're better off dead
I see his red, red, oh red
No, I see his red, red