Raw Dangle Forty-Niner Lyrics

You treat a heart like a pawn shop fortunoff, exploiting everyone you can find
Slight of hand for the pawns that you're ripping off, selling out for something to call "mine"
Play the part and be the one who's gettin off, absorbing every bit of the time
Find a man, take his hand then send him off. Sucked him dry for the very last dime

Two timer, forty-niner (I know your diggin' hands must be bleeding bad! )
Goodbye to all the things you do...

Bloody red teeth all full of laughter (I know exactly what you're after)
Sinking deep into some poor old bastard (I know exactly what you're after)
Bait and switch the master and commander (I know exactly what you're after)
Walking blindly into a disaster, someone's gonna get to you...

A common start to an end that's burnin' out. The storm is calm when you stay in the eye No sight of land for a ship that's sailing out. The war seems fine when you're on the right side
A bitter heart for the one just finding out the river flow has just been left dry
Cut your losses, turn around and get right out. The diggin's deep and no ending in sight

Two timer, forty-niner (I know your diggin' hands must be bleeding bad! )
Goodbye to all the things you do...

Bloody red teeth all full of laughter (I know exactly what you're after)
Sinking deep into some poor old bastard (I know exactly what you're after)
Bait and switch the master and commander (I know exactly what you're after)
Walking blindly into a disaster, someone's gonna get to you...

Well, alright! Well, oh yeah!
Goodbye two-timer...