Bethesda

There's too much red on that pink dress
It's back and to the left
The southern boy made such a mess
But he made himself an anti-hero

Lonestar savage, nesting on the sixth floor
Smoke like ghosts are knocking at the back door
On Friday night, it played out on TV

Aim cameras waist high, would you please
No need to see my knees (where he's thinking)
I think I'll go to the movies
My mind is leaning (gonna tip it)

Lonestar savage, nesting on the sixth floor
Smoke like ghosts are knocking at the back door
On Friday night, it played out on TV

Son, what happened to your face
I fought the head of state (and he bruised me)
It seemed to us a clear cut case
Stoned to death (we threw rubies)

Lonestar savage, nesting on the sixth floor
Smoke like ghosts are knocking at the back door
On Friday night, it played out on TV

Lonestar buried, Russian dolls are muted
Grand Procession, how sad, look, he saluted
On Monday morning, it played out on TV
On TV
TV



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Steven Rovinsky, Mario Dominick Laforgia, Michael Christopher Skierski, Timothy Joseph Mellor, Zachary Joseph Wiese
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