Brigades Crocodile Tears Lyrics

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