Crocodile Tears (Acoustic)

Go on and wipe your face

You've made a mess of this one

When you're swallowed by disgrace

Will you learn your lesson?

There's no more cards left up your sleeves

Your lucks' run out

You hopeless sleaze. It's run out

It's not a prize worth taking

It's not a life worth saving

Tried to wash the red from your hands

There's no chance

So who's your next appeaser

Is the water getting deeper? Ask yourself

Go on and wipe your face

You've made a mess of this one

And when you're swallowed by disgrace

Will you learn your lesson?

You're a firewalker without a tribe

Kept in solitaire, Living off bribes

I know now

Fingers bruised, Yellows and blues

Fastened with fathom in truth

I'm doing all I can to refuse

Fingers bruised, Yellows and blues

Fastened with fathom in truth

I left home and found new shoes

I tried to wash the red from your hands, with romance

I tried to wash the red from your hands. There's no chance

You've earned your strife upon other men's blood

Go shed your crocodile tears in the mud