Lyrics
Gold cufflinks hide a sinner’s hand, Deals are made where the shadows stand. Every toast is a crooked vow, Every smile has a blade somehow.
No saints in a gentleman’s room, Only devils dressed in style. Behind the smoke and polished shoes, Lies the truth they bury in denial.
Silk and whiskey don’t wash the stains, Every bargain’s written in chains. I play the part but I pay the cost, Every polished win hides something lost.
No prayer gets answered here tonight, Only shadows drinking candlelight.
No saints in a gentleman’s room, Just smoke, betrayal, and doom. Every scar is another verse, In the gospel of the cursed.
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About this song
Dark Blues with a smoky barroom swagger. Opens with clinking glasses
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