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should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
unstoppable set into motion
Nothing is different, but everything's changed

Found a room in the heart of the city, down by the bridge
Hot plate and TV
the fridge
Red sun sinking out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and daddy smoked cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought you'd
Void of all brain 
I couldn't see that I was the one to blame 

Cold shoulder 
Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge 
Cold shoulder 
She had
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!

Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!

Red's my
the fridge
Red sun sinkin' out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and daddy smokes cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought you'd
the fridge
Red sun sinkin' out low on the ridge
Games on the tube and daddy smokes cigarettes
Whiskey keeps his whistle wet
Funny the things you thought you'd
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
beneath the bridge
One plays the violin and sleeps inside a fridge
There was a murder in the red barn, murder in the red barn

Someone's crying in
haunted by the mystery, 
The mystey of red. 
Red knocks 'em dead, 
Some like it hot, I like it red. 
Red is my lover, got it covered 
Red is my number,
by the mystery
The mystery of red
Red knocks 'em dead 
Some like it hot, I like it red
Red is my lover, got it covered 
Red is my number, sure
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
When my baby's walking down the street
I see red, I see red, I see red
How could someone wicked walk round free
I see red, I see red, I see red
I
He beats the door and breaks his watch
Raids the fridge and eats the lot
No room for silence, pause of thought
To ease the hurt inside him
They
Cut down by machine gun fire 
The blood runs red, the blood runs red 
Hot lead rips through flesh 
The blood runs red, the blood runs red
as laughter, red slaughter
Eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
Red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
Crucifix, red is
Cadillac red's her name

Cadillac red
Singin' as she passes by
Cadillac red
See that hillbilly fly
Catch her if you can
She can out run any man
One individual lies on a floor of an empty room
In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool!
A midget size fridge full
To black to white to red to white and back to red

Cherry red and mirror ball
I saw you by the factory wall
Looking like a burnt out star
In some
always harassed her, until she blew the captain with a razor
His partner turned red in his waist, Mase done smacked her
With the walkie, yoked her then
the hem of the night 

Out on the roof over havoc streets 
Where the sky is a blanket each sweet kiss 
So melodramatic embroidered by shadows 
By the fridge
the future your way
Indian teas and then take-out Chinese
At the end of the day

Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon
You've got a fridge
Red skies at night
Red skies at night
Wo oh oh oh oh
Red skies at night
Red skies at night
Wo oh oh oh oh

Should have taken warning it's just
People
you murder, are you a spy?
I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
I laugh a lot less
her next to lollies and the packets of peas
With all frozen dinners placed precuriously by her knees
No room in my fridge 'cause it's full of her