Sycamore Smith - The Devil's Red Glare lyrics

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Sycamore Smith - The Devil's Red Glare lyrics

The gravedigger digs another slot in the plot The brakeman is blowing off steam in his cot Listen to the kid on the corner selling papers, Yelling, "Elegant crook snaps cuff links up in caper!" Please, we don't want release We've been resting in peace Since the day we were born There, in the Devil's red glare, The white flag flies away All tattered and torn Grandma is hammering a nail into Grandpa Violet's baking file cakes to send to the slammer The band in the basement is beginning to roar Dracula is wasted, racing leeches across the floor The soldiers are asleep, tucked away in their tents The general is drunk, he's not making any sense The enemy is packing and tomorrow he'll be gone God watches over it all...and yawns