Red Scar Eyes - Mitch Ryder

I’m sitting cross the table from the gambler with the red scar eyes

Not saying nothing just checking out each others site

We’s not too bad 'cause the stink just fills his shoes

I’m sitting cross the table from the man that broke my wife

Get her high made her crazy cut her heart out with a knife

Love to rip his head off keep it in a jar

He’s just across the table an' I might not wait that far

I’m a star I’m a star

I’m sitting in a bar crying into an empty glass

Gimme more make it pour burn my soul just don’t let night pass

I wasn’t born happy never could stand in the sun

Broke down my woman that’s the worst thing I ever done

Sitting cross the table from the man that broke my wife

Get her high made her crazy cut her heart out with a knife

Love to rip his head off keep it in a jar

He’s just across the table an' I might not wait that far

I’m a star