Sharp Dressers

Could you be any more juvenille, wicked son?
You see playthings in the people
That you know very well
Kill your plans to set the sun in wicked dawn
You cast shade on all the good books
That you sent to the blind in black and white
No one wants to read in red and blues
And no ones nice here
But its okay



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Dean Ewing, Rachel Erin Dietkus, Gregory Allen Johnson, David Elliot Johnson
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