The Tale of Dead Ol' Fred (Acoustic)

Renny told me not to trust the yellow skies
Your sharpie smile or your crossed out eyes
I watch sneak across the floor
Hunched down behind the kitchen door
I swing my first, my body slam
Who the fuck you think I am?
You wont get me
You wont get my mind
Oh no
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So they call me Dead Ol' Fred
Beatles pass on broken glass, my sacred home
Grind my wicked teeth, eat my brittle bones
But I ain't holy, I ain't love
I am godless, stained with blood
I scream and kick the window pane
Who sent you first will bleed my name
You wont take me
You wont take my time
Fuck no
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred
You can't have me
You can't have my life
Fuck you
But with this price upon my head
Crystal waters running red
So the call me Dead Ol' Fred
Put your price upon my head
Leave trail burning red
This ain't the last of Dead Ol' Fred