Red Handed Songtext
von Taylor McCall

Hotel keys and cigarettes
I don′t buy no marlboro reds
Found em lying underneath your dresser
Cheap cologne and everclear
You can't hide the truth my dear
I′m no priest but i'll be your confessor

You got a monkey on your back
Black cat got your tongue
Elephant in the living room
Beating on a warning drum
When you cut that grass
Snakes are gonna up and run
Slip out the back and try to act
Like the lord was never gonna come


Something different on your kiss
Didn't used to taste like this
Barely shy of catching you red handed
Sleeping dogs are gonna lie
Baby I just can′t abide
The way that you′ve been taken me for granted

You got a monkey on your back
Black cat got your tongue
Elephant in the living room
Beating on a warning drum
When you cut that grass
Snakes are gonna up and run
Slip out the back and try to act
Like the lord was never gonna come

I'm the monkey on your back
Black cat got your tongue
Elephant in the living room
Beating on a warning drum
When you cut that grass
Snakes are gonna up and run
Slip out the back and try to act
Like the lord, like the lord was never gonna come