Letter from a Racketeer
It's all the same. Another town in disdain
I know the blood, but I know the blood's not in my name
Pretty scarlet eyes, a temptation of lies
This town is just another disguise
Drinks knocked back, man I love the view
Until I got that, that letter from you
Until I got the letter, the letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter, letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter
The letter from a racketeer
Yeah
It's not the same, it's the aftermath
Smoke in the wind, an ash in the past
But there's no such thing as
Living Life Too Fast
Ambiguity lies and to no surprise
That my eyes are locked straight ahead
So lock me down and throw away the key
Just know that I, I'm free
Until I got the letter, the letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter, letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter
The letter from a racketeer
So, burn, burn, burn it down
It's all a game, it's just a maze
So, burn, burn, burn it down
And tell me, man
So what're you gonna do?
So knock one back and I'm outta this town
Burn it down, burn it down
That's what I'm trying to teach you, man
These may be my famous last words...
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
The Letter From a Racketeer
Yeah
I know the blood, but I know the blood's not in my name
Pretty scarlet eyes, a temptation of lies
This town is just another disguise
Drinks knocked back, man I love the view
Until I got that, that letter from you
Until I got the letter, the letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter, letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter
The letter from a racketeer
Yeah
It's not the same, it's the aftermath
Smoke in the wind, an ash in the past
But there's no such thing as
Living Life Too Fast
Ambiguity lies and to no surprise
That my eyes are locked straight ahead
So lock me down and throw away the key
Just know that I, I'm free
Until I got the letter, the letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter, letter from a racketeer
I got my mind made up, my bags are packed, I'm getting out of here
Until I got the letter
The letter from a racketeer
So, burn, burn, burn it down
It's all a game, it's just a maze
So, burn, burn, burn it down
And tell me, man
So what're you gonna do?
So knock one back and I'm outta this town
Burn it down, burn it down
That's what I'm trying to teach you, man
These may be my famous last words...
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
The Letter From a Racketeer
Yeah
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Writer(s): Alex Garino
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