Mitch Ryder Red Scar Eyes
I'm sitting cross the table from the gambler with the red scar eyes
Not saying nothing just checking out each others site
We's not too bad 'cause the stink just fills his shoes
I'm sitting cross the table from the man that broke my wife
Get her high made her crazy cut her heart out with a knife
Love to rip his head off keep it in a jar
He's just across the table an' I might not wait that far
I'm a star I'm a star
I'm sitting in a bar crying into an empty glass
Gimme more make it pour burn my soul just don't let night pass
I wasn't born happy never could stand in the sun
Broke down my woman that's the worst thing I ever done
Sitting cross the table from the man that broke my wife
Get her high made her crazy cut her heart out with a knife
Love to rip his head off keep it in a jar
He's just across the table an' I might not wait that far
I'm a star
