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Last of the Red Line

Crimson Freightline

Pawn shop window, neon glow

Five hundred cash and it’s ready to go

Cold black metal in a paper bag

Cheap steel mercy that you never had

No questions asked, no name on file

Just one bad night goin’ outta style

Slip it in your coat, feel ten feet tall

But that little piece don’t care at all

Finger on the line, don’t take much

One wrong move, one cold touch

Cheap steel mercy

Don’t know right from wrong

Cheap steel mercy

Gone before too long

You think you’re holdin’ power in your hand

But it’s the devil that’s makin’ the stand

Cheap steel mercy—

Takes more than it gives away

Friday night lights and a barroom stare

Tension in the smoke, thick in the air

He said something, you took it wrong

Now it’s too late, it’s already gone

Bottle hits, voices rise

One step closer, no disguise

Heartbeat poundin’ like a drum

Ain’t no way to outrun what’s comin’

Trigger waits, don’t need a name

One quick flash and it’s all the same

Cheap steel mercy

Don’t know right from wrong

Cheap steel mercy

Gone before too long

You think you’re holdin’ power in your hand

But it’s the devil that’s makin’ the stand

Cheap steel mercy—

Takes more than it gives away

Mama cried when the sirens came

Another son lost in a nameless flame

News don’t say what it used to be

Just another line in history

Cheap steel mercy

Don’t know right from wrong

Cheap steel mercy

Gone before too long

You think you’re holdin’ power in your hand

But it’s the devil that’s makin’ the stand

Cheap steel mercy—

Leaves you with the price to pay

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  • Composer

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  • Producer

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  • Guitar

    Crimson Freightline

  • Bass Guitar

    Crimson Freightline

  • Drums

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  • Vocals

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    Last of the Red Line

    Crimson Freightline

No matter how the times change,
some things never fade.

Tracks carved into the dirt,
strings that never stop ringing,
and a spirit passed down through the years.

Call it old if you want-
this sound is still alive.

Crimson Freightline carries the line forward,
reconnecting what was nearly lost.

This isn't the end.
This is proof that one still stands.

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