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Turncoats Video (MV)




Performed By: More Hazards More Heroes
Length: 5:28
Written by: Drew Lorimer
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More Hazards More Heroes - Turncoats Lyrics




Turncoat, cold hearted
Church leavin' daughter of mine
Curse that boy's old car
Your cheatin' hearts go double time
Came back from Ann Arbor
Big as a Canton five and dime
Yellow ring on the wrong finger
Tellin' us all the world bout Caroline How you ain't felt her feet in a week
Gerard's prayin' hard that girl ain't dyin'

Turncoat magi, give you your gifts commit your crimes Fugitive empress
We want your gifts don't you go hidin'

Your Jacob is all for makin' money
With plans to sim' to mine
See your hardened mother
And my hard earned money ain't farin' right
Though she so pretty, your mom
Anything I seen in all my life
And oh the stone on her bone finger
Weighin' that body down like Sisyphus
Though I ain't touched her cheek in a week
Valentine just fine, my love ain't dyin'

Turncoat magi, give you your gifts commit your crimes
Fugitive empress we want your gifts don't you go hidin' from me
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Turncoat, cold hearted
Church leavin' daughter of mine
Curse that boy's old car
Your cheatin' hearts go double time
Came back from Ann Arbor
Big as a Canton five and dime
Yellow ring on the wrong finger
Tellin' us all the world bout Caroline How you ain't felt her feet in a week
Gerard's prayin' hard that girl ain't dyin'

Turncoat magi, give you your gifts commit your crimes Fugitive empress
We want your gifts don't you go hidin'

Your Jacob is all for makin' money
With plans to sim' to mine
See your hardened mother
And my hard earned money ain't farin' right
Though she so pretty, your mom
Anything I seen in all my life
And oh the stone on her bone finger
Weighin' that body down like Sisyphus
Though I ain't touched her cheek in a week
Valentine just fine, my love ain't dyin'

Turncoat magi, give you your gifts commit your crimes
Fugitive empress we want your gifts don't you go hidin' from me
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Writer: Drew Lorimer
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