The Red Ant by 8stops7
The Red Ant by 8stops7

The Red Ant

8stops7 * Track #3 On Fables

The Red Ant Lyrics

It's getting cold in Pennsylvania
All the cameras and elevators
And you've got me drying off in hotel lobbies
Brother, I think you need another hobby

Some things you just don't forget
Like racing my accomplices
4am and down the stairs
Sirens ringing through the air
We congregate and fill the room
Rabid whispers on the move
No one's quite sure what to do
But fingers will be flying soon

I believe you and I should be okay
We should probably pack our bags just in case
They send out the dogs for people like us

Wrong time of year for New Orleans
For coffee cups and limousines
We stood toe to toe on Bourbon Street
Brother, that hurricane's a selfish, a selfish drink

They say you boys should get in line
Troubled deeds breed troubled minds
There's a reason for those warning signs
The folks round here start breathing fire
And fortune never wastes its time
On magnets for the worst advice
I'm in my mother's prayers tonight
She's sending angels to my side

I believe you and I should be okay
We should probably pack our bags just in case
They send out the dogs for people like us

And I believe we should cut our loss
Before lines get crossed
And this dirty work catches up to us
They send out the dogs for people like us

They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans
They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans

I believe you and I should be okay
We should probably pack our bags just in case
They send out the dogs for people like us

They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans
They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans
They can't reach Pennsylvania

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