Redhanded from Heirloom by Ruby Luna

I've got a redhanded papa who'd trade me in,
I've got a redhanded mama who stays through it
redhanded likeness that seeps in
redhanded shame that glows

we could trade our lips in for a wolf skin
we could train our numb hands to dig a hole
it's best to know your devil and see him clear
than be part from him
and you could feed, starve, depend or roam to him

i've got a heavy handed hunger that seeps in
sleepy poppies in my eyes for cases like this
snake in the grass on my path, i climb right in
for you could charm it still or charm it lame, it a brethren

we could trade our lips in for a wolf skin
we could train our numb hands to dig a hole
it's best to know your devil and see him clear
than be part from him
and you could feed, starve, depend or roam to him

oh,
la-da-dah,
oh,
la-da-dah

i wanna sink my hands in my pockets and find no scent or sin
pick the low hanging fruit off the tree and keep mindless
for you could break your back or crack your knuckle
it's the same ground, it's the same ground to die in

oh,
la-da-dah,
oh,
la-da-dah

• Folk
• alternative folk rock
• altfolk
• dream folk
• dreamrock
• songwriter
• Boston