Crocodile Tears Songtext
von Brigades

Go on and wipe your face,
You′ve made a mess of this one.
When you're swallowed by disgrace,
Will you learn your lesson?
There′s no more cards left up your sleeves.
Your lucks' run out,
You hopeless sleaze. It's run out.
It′s not a prize worth taking.
It′s not a life worth saving.
Tried to wash the red from your hands.
There's no chance.
So who′s your next appeaser,
Is the water getting deeper? Ask yourself.
Go on and wipe your face,
You've made a mess of this one.


And when you′re swallowed by disgrace,
Will you learn your lesson?
You're a firewalker without a tribe.
Kept in solitaire, Living off bribes.
I know now.
Fingers bruised, Yellows and blues.
Fastened with fathom in truth.
I′m doing all I can to refuse.
Fingers bruised, Yellows and blues.
Fastened with fathom in truth.
I left home and found new shoes.
I tried to wash the red from your hands, with romance.
I tried to wash the red from your hands. There's no chance.
You've earned your strife upon other men′s blood.
Go shed your crocodile tears in the mud.