Darling show your hand
Are you gripping some joker behind that back
I won't beg to be told
Oh the friction burn in your palms says it all
Red hand, red hand
Red hand, red hand
Lay down, get fed
There's a boy in your pocket and a pig in your bed
Fuck around, get fixed
You stole from the drug store, you never were sick
Red hand, red hand
Red hand, red hand
Maybe it's nothing
Maybe it's nothing
Oh, maybe it's nothing
Writer(s): Scott John Hutchison, Andy Monaghan, Simon David Liddel
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