Elvis Hell - Red Eights Lyrics

Lead pipe like a cinch, only ten minutes later...
Ninety-five miles an hour on the way to a rendezvous
Never late for a necktie party
Lights are off but there's never anybody home
Lord knows if they're coming tonight,
But I know they'll be coming for me yeah, yeah

Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights
Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights

Put it down right now, cause I don't wanna hurt you
Blue lights on a little broken down lime green motel
There's a man likes to stand on the corner
A red tie and a jet black overcoat coat
Gotta move from this room full of ghosts
And the walls are still breathing
And I can't stop seeing those

Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights
Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights
Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights
Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights

Pardon me, but I feel a bit desquiciado
Let me know if it's a good time to
Notify family, yeah, yeah
One band-aid won't stop the bleeding
Those directions were very misleading
The whole thing's just a wind-full of spit
And this won't hurt a bit
All you cocksuckin' chickenshit

Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights
Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights
Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights
Red eights, red eights, red eights, red eights