Red‐Skinned Scapegoat Songtext
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Red‐Skinned Scapegoat Songtext
Shooting down a van on 33rd and Dale
On the way, my desire for an outcome hit
Transit of people being burned
Burned
I see a manless colonization at the center of an innocent race
33Rd and Dale, I was running through
Another man′s race
Now my doorbell begins to ring
Pray for murder
Another racist scapegoat
A white hatred of perversity comes down on me
Pray for liberty, I kill
I see a guy lying shot in the back
His doctor brother lying dead in the back
Flicks the head, some bloody underpants catch
Raided weapons man's flesh
Foul and twisted, dirty, the heart of a man
His words that I hear in the corridor
A dirty stare I will never forget
Raising his head, he says he was putting up
At the door, a guilty verdict
Saw the white van as the sun slowly rises
Drowning painless hours
Bleed for holiness
At the end, he won′t last
The night arrives
The shadows hang like demons
Ghosts that spit spit the crownless gather
In the night, I lie, I lie upon the earth
So much so that I can see my family weeping
At the back of the square
I am back with a better chance of providing
For you and you that talk to me
Now I see opportunities that take us underground
Just as the dogs they search
Pray for murder
Another racist scapegoat
Another way
Another man's race
Pray for murder
Another racist scapegoat
The utterance is anger
On the way, my desire for an outcome hit
Transit of people being burned
Burned
I see a manless colonization at the center of an innocent race
33Rd and Dale, I was running through
Another man′s race
Now my doorbell begins to ring
Pray for murder
Another racist scapegoat
A white hatred of perversity comes down on me
Pray for liberty, I kill
I see a guy lying shot in the back
His doctor brother lying dead in the back
Flicks the head, some bloody underpants catch
Raided weapons man's flesh
Foul and twisted, dirty, the heart of a man
His words that I hear in the corridor
A dirty stare I will never forget
Raising his head, he says he was putting up
At the door, a guilty verdict
Saw the white van as the sun slowly rises
Drowning painless hours
Bleed for holiness
At the end, he won′t last
The night arrives
The shadows hang like demons
Ghosts that spit spit the crownless gather
In the night, I lie, I lie upon the earth
So much so that I can see my family weeping
At the back of the square
I am back with a better chance of providing
For you and you that talk to me
Now I see opportunities that take us underground
Just as the dogs they search
Pray for murder
Another racist scapegoat
Another way
Another man's race
Pray for murder
Another racist scapegoat
The utterance is anger
Writer(s): Florent Mounier, Olivier Pinard, Christian Donaldson, Matthew Mcgachy, Jonathan Levasseur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com