Red Emeralds - Western Addiction

She don’t believe in Parisian gore

Riled states are uncalled for

That’s for creeps and irrational youth

Nature won’t allow unspoken truths

Roman wolves and classy boys

Get in line to be destroyed

Balladeer, you can chant royal

These red emeralds, they scream recoil

You can have my love, you can have my life

Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme

She don’t believe in Parisian gore

She don’t believe in Parisian gore

You can have my love, you can have my life

Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme

With a hatchet face and a ruddy cuss

When you have nothing, you still have us