Guante & Big Cats - Red States lyrics

[Intro] Imagine a can of red paint tipped over by a hand on a map of the USA Imagine, a way to escape By takin' the reins I'm shakin' my head Just left another red state [Hook] Put your hands up for the heart land Put ‘em back down for the highway Every road is a capillary hold your breath As we pa** the cemetery I said Put your hands up for the heart land Put ‘em back down for the highway I can feel their lips on the back of my neck And it's taking my breath away [Verse 1] The minutemen fell apart into second hand scarecrows With the first wave in the worst way Words stay on my lips like flies Lookin' for liquor in the rubble of a dive The police and the army both said sorry And now hardly anyone's left Yet I feel the breath of something on my heels (run) The summer's asunder and every lover is under the covers hummin' this melody to each other yo I wonder where the mothers and motherf**ers are runnin' ‘cause some of ‘em run from punishment others runnin' for sustenance I'd rather run roads than a government We are roaches, they don't know who they f**in' wit' We can see in the dark, man We will rip you apart, man [Bridge] Put your hands up for the heart land Put ‘em back down for the highway Every road is a capillary hold your breath [Verse 2] My hands are spiders My bones are made of wood, pull the hoodie up Gimme a blue tarp and a couple tie downs right now skin that I'm in isn't good enough My mouth is open; My teeth are sharp as they need to be, easily We are leavin' the scene of a clean break and I'm bleedin' ... but still breathin' My face is twisted but this isn't fear, it's anger My heart is stapled together: a round in every chamber My fingers flexin' gimme one sin I can live without the rest And I'm comin' to a city near you with a bra** bell ringin' singin', bring out your dead And my god ...isn't in right now, leave a message Settlin' for venom my head is a mess Nevertheless I got a sense of direction My feet, know every step before I take it My legs, never get tired My lungs, are on fire let ‘em burn [Hook] Put your hands up for the heart land Put ‘em back down for the highway Every road is a capillary hold your breath As we pa** the cemetery I said Put your hands up for the heart land Put ‘em back down for the highway I can feel their lips on the back of my neck And it's taking my breath away