Burnman - True Romance? lyrics

Red! Red! Thats what she said. Red! Red! That's what she said, and I said f** yes! The bled, the dead, your speckled dress. My baby, she's dancing, fragrancing like powder burn and gun oil. These boys they got co*ky, unlucky, now they're sleeping under topsoil. Pistol on safety and kiss me you raving busty thing. A sunset stretched pavement, a pink bouquet of bodies in the backseat.