Letras

Your dad, he was an angry man
You’re angry too
Your dad, the arch provocateur
Pushing buttons right on cue
He passed down a bottle
When they read the final will
A vial full of red mist and the urge to kill
You practice TM
It gets you through
Dials back the road rage
Turns the skies to blue
But there is still the tendency
To white knuckle it
Angel or devil
You’re kinda split
Red mist white knuckles
Red mist white knuckles
Red mist white knuckles
Red mist white knuckles
Red mist white knuckles
Written by: Darwin Meiners, David J Haskins, Victor DeLorenzo
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