| Song | Red Violins |
| Artist | The Gaslight Anthem |
| Album | Get Hurt (Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There is no use to holler, no use to cry. | |
| Twenty pounds of curses came to visit me tonight. | |
| Salt for all the cuts, blankets for the cold. | |
| Prayers to keep the devil far away from those I love. | |
| And there were red violins, playing in my dreams. | |
| One for me and two for me, and one at Jesus' feet. | |
| And one I only reach to for sympathy. | |
| And if you want it, then you want it. | |
| For when you're falling on your knees. | |
| I seen you howling now, you water at the mouth. | |
| I seen you fawn and faint in need. | |
| Are there red violins playing you sleep? | |
| Chariot swing low, if you come for me. | |
| Ain't it now, the strangest sound we call on for relief? | |
| Look at the all these people clapping steady to the beat, | |
| Of the ambulances on their way to me… | |
| So if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
| Everybody pays the price to feed. | |
| And since you're howling now, you're foaming at the mouth | |
| And since you're struck right off your feet. | |
| I'll play red violins… | |
| And you are now of my existence, | |
| You're part of that which still remains. | |
| And you're lingering like fingered strings, | |
| I seem to call on to feel the pain. | |
| On red violins… on red violins. | |
| And if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
| Can't you see me crawling at your feet? | |
| You see me howling now, I'm foaming at the mouth. | |
| Come on and grieve for my disease… | |
| And there were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
| There were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins playing in my dreams. |
| There is no use to holler, no use to cry. | |
| Twenty pounds of curses came to visit me tonight. | |
| Salt for all the cuts, blankets for the cold. | |
| Prayers to keep the devil far away from those I love. | |
| And there were red violins, playing in my dreams. | |
| One for me and two for me, and one at Jesus' feet. | |
| And one I only reach to for sympathy. | |
| And if you want it, then you want it. | |
| For when you' re falling on your knees. | |
| I seen you howling now, you water at the mouth. | |
| I seen you fawn and faint in need. | |
| Are there red violins playing you sleep? | |
| Chariot swing low, if you come for me. | |
| Ain' t it now, the strangest sound we call on for relief? | |
| Look at the all these people clapping steady to the beat, | |
| Of the ambulances on their way to me | |
| So if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
| Everybody pays the price to feed. | |
| And since you' re howling now, you' re foaming at the mouth | |
| And since you' re struck right off your feet. | |
| I' ll play red violins | |
| And you are now of my existence, | |
| You' re part of that which still remains. | |
| And you' re lingering like fingered strings, | |
| I seem to call on to feel the pain. | |
| On red violins on red violins. | |
| And if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
| Can' t you see me crawling at your feet? | |
| You see me howling now, I' m foaming at the mouth. | |
| Come on and grieve for my disease | |
| And there were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
| There were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins playing in my dreams. |
| There is no use to holler, no use to cry. | |
| Twenty pounds of curses came to visit me tonight. | |
| Salt for all the cuts, blankets for the cold. | |
| Prayers to keep the devil far away from those I love. | |
| And there were red violins, playing in my dreams. | |
| One for me and two for me, and one at Jesus' feet. | |
| And one I only reach to for sympathy. | |
| And if you want it, then you want it. | |
| For when you' re falling on your knees. | |
| I seen you howling now, you water at the mouth. | |
| I seen you fawn and faint in need. | |
| Are there red violins playing you sleep? | |
| Chariot swing low, if you come for me. | |
| Ain' t it now, the strangest sound we call on for relief? | |
| Look at the all these people clapping steady to the beat, | |
| Of the ambulances on their way to me | |
| So if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
| Everybody pays the price to feed. | |
| And since you' re howling now, you' re foaming at the mouth | |
| And since you' re struck right off your feet. | |
| I' ll play red violins | |
| And you are now of my existence, | |
| You' re part of that which still remains. | |
| And you' re lingering like fingered strings, | |
| I seem to call on to feel the pain. | |
| On red violins on red violins. | |
| And if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
| Can' t you see me crawling at your feet? | |
| You see me howling now, I' m foaming at the mouth. | |
| Come on and grieve for my disease | |
| And there were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
| There were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins. | |
| There were red violins playing in my dreams. |