The Red Ant - 8STOPS7

It’s getting cold in Pennsylvania

All the cameras and elevators

And you’ve got me drying off in hotel lobbies

Brother, I think you need another hobby

Some things you just don’t forget

Like racing my accomplices

4am and down the stairs

Sirens ringing through the air

We congregate and fill the room

Rabid whispers on the move

No one’s quite sure what to do

But fingers will be flying soon

I believe you and I should be okay

We should probably pack our bags just in case

They send out the dogs for people like us

Wrong time of year for New Orleans

For coffee cups and limousines

We stood toe to toe on Bourbon Street

Brother, that hurricane’s a selfish, a selfish drink

They say you boys should get in line

Troubled deeds breed troubled minds

There’s a reason for those warning signs

The folks round here start breathing fire

And fortune never wastes its time

On magnets for the worst advice

I’m in my mother’s prayers tonight

She’s sending angels to my side

I believe you and I should be okay

We should probably pack our bags just in case

They send out the dogs for people like us

And I believe we should cut our loss

Before lines get crossed

And this dirty work catches up to us

They send out the dogs for people like us

They can’t reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans

They can’t reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans

I believe you and I should be okay

We should probably pack our bags just in case

They send out the dogs for people like us

They can’t reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans

They can’t reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans

They can’t reach Pennsylvania