Sunglasses

Put on your sunglasses

When I was a boy I couldn't wait to get older
Well now I just whisper, look over my shoulder
Holding your tongue, you know it feels so bleak
We beg the Devil for a cage

Put on your sunglasses
Put in the work

Put on your sunglasses
Oh it's going to hurt

He don't need to show his face anymore
He does a thousand deals a day
You're bought and sold and you don't even know
That's exactly how he gets his way

Put on your sunglasses
The blood in the dirt
Yeah it's going to hurt

See his eyes, burning coals
Proud chest like a bellow
Clenched fists like english cliffs
White like stone
Still alive, asking why
Shaking hands with the Devil

Still alive, asking why
Still alive, still alive
Still alive, still alive
Still alive, still alive
Still alive, still alive
Still alive shaking hands with the Devil
Shaking hands with the Devil



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Martin
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