The Red Hand Murder - The Dead Boys

I've got questions
You need answers
That makes it tried and true
I've got questions
You need answers
That makes it tried and true
Something that is true

Aching from the relentless heartache
Judging my hate for me

I've got questions
You need answers
That makes it tried and true
I've got questions
You need answers
That makes it tried and true
Something that is true

Maybe we're not who we thought that we were
So our egos remain
We're wilting away from the blazing sun
Face to face and hearts to our sleeves
Which one holds the gun

Cause we will need to
See this through
See what we can do
Step in time we'll be fine

I begin to realize staring back at me is myself the
Dead boys rule us all
Too close to see how minds can fray

I'm a dead boy dead boy
We can see this through
See what we can do

Cause we will need to
See this through
See what we can do
Step in time, we'll be fine

I've got questions
You need answers
That makes it tried and true
I've got questions
You need answers
That makes it tried and true
Something that is true

I'm a dead boy dead boy
Cause of you
But you are too

We're all dead boys dead boys
We are through
See what we can do

Where's my sick boys sick boys
We can see this through
See what we can do
Step in time we'll be fine

I begin to realize staring back at me is myself the
Dead boys rule us all
Too close to see how minds can fray

Dead boys rule us
Dead boys rule us now

Written by:
Mark Duhon

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