Red Scar Eyes Songtext

von Mitch Ryder

I#m sitting cross the table
From the gambler with the red scar eye
Not saying nothing just checking
Out each others site
We′s not too bad 'cause the stink
Just fills his shoes
I′m sitting cross the table from the
Man that broke my wife
Get her high made her crazy cut her
Heart out with a knife
Love to rip his head off keep
It in a jar
He's just across the table an' I
Might not wait that far
I′m a star I′m a star
I'm sitting in a bar crying into an empty glass
Gimme more make it pour Burn my
Soul Jus don′t let night pass
I wasn't born happy never could
Stand in the sun
I broke my woman that′s the worst
Thing I ever done
I'm a star I′m a star
I'm sitting at a table with the man
That broke my wife
Get her high made her crazy
Cut her heart out with a knife
Love to rip his head off an keep it
In a jar
He's sitting at this table but I might not go that far