Teksty: The New Amsterdams. Your Red Hand.

If I ever catch your red hand
Talking shit on my friends again
I will institute my revenge
It is cold and sweet

Lack of faith may be the final straw
A power struggle that could end it all
A test of confidence has come to call
Is your trust in me?

I don't know why, but I do
Anything, anything that you ask me to

Heard your answer on the radio
About them famous words, you used to know
That was so, three years ago
Aren't you over it?

I don't want you coming close to me
California falls into the sea
But if the stars align for your fifteen
Here's your minutes

I don't know why, but I do
Anything, anything that you ask me to

If I ever catch your red hand
Talking shit on my friends again
I will institute my revenge
It is cold and sweet