The Evening Redness In The West

Fighting
Fuckin
Scalp huntin
Maybe it was all for nothing
Well who the fuck Is asking you
There'll be a lot more blood on my hands
Before this night is through

Hold up
Cause you never
Shut the fuck up
And you know
I Hate to be the one
To break it to you
The real savages are us
The last of the true

The sun sets
In redness
Here at the evening
Redness in the west

I'm insulted
By the freedom of birds
I'd have them all
Caged up In the zoo
If you don't like it
Sucking on my dick
Is another thing you can do

This is the
Orchestration for an event
In fact a dance
And that's what we
Are here to do
So drink up
Drink up
Your soul is required of you