Red Line

D I come from a long, long line of denim jean D Cut beside all types of fiends D I robbed the DEA and overdosed D Spend the cash on guns and coke G I am the warmonger, more crazy strong Droppin' drones inside Iran D I’m the big, bad, super-charged s*x machine All-American, extra lean A If you lose your cool A Baby, I'll lose mine You draw the red line D I love crossing red lines D G D A Lose your cool A Baby, I'll lose mine A You draw the red line A I'll see you on the other side D I'll take the M-1-5 and a pound of green D I'm the triple-round king of ketamine D I'm not fixin' me, I'm fixin' you You can take these pills, red, white, and blue G They go down, down, down with a pack of beer Then your eyes go dark and you cannot hear D I might tie you up, see what you got I got a feelin' that you're gonna get hot A If you lose your cool A Baby, I'll lose mine A You draw the red line N.C I love crossing red lines D D G D N.C. Full stop N.C You talk that talk N.C You walk that walk Who wears the red line? G Maybe we can work it out D Maybe we can work it out N.C Oh, my friend N.C You seem upset What's on your mind? G Woah, you got somethin' you want to say? D Well, look me in the eye A Woah, if you lose your cool A Maybe I'll lose mine You draw the red line D I love crossing red lines D D