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town with a hardcore band
Headlights shining on the beach
Left my money in a Maxwell's coffee can
Down by the cemetery gates

When I walk into your
doin' it

Bound by honest sword take over the set, rap from here to que-bec
Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
Swimsuit mammal
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
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,
On the third day of October, boys, I did set sail from there.
To the garrison at Amherstburg I quickly would repair
With Captain Maxwell and his wife and kids
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
Ida Jane
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street

And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows
slow with Ida Jane. 
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro.
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell street... 
And I hope my Pony 
I hope my Pony
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
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
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
who's next?
If your name was Funkmaster you still couldn't Flex
It's a Red Alert, ring the alarms and rock the bells
Grand like Puba, plus I Maxwell
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
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
don't know what you are
But I wear the scars
Like medals
Red on red
Red on red
By no means
No fucking bullshit dreams
I know why I'm here
It's ringing in
an ancient dinosaur (Roar)
Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor
Puba Maxwell is the mack that's hyphenated
Girls seem to love the way my things are
Bob Marley]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Woah now
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Said I'm redder than red
[Dread, dread, dread, dreader than dread]
I get
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball

They would go to Elsa Maxwell
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
an ancient dinosaur (Roar)
Swing a microphone like the great mighty Thor
Puba Maxwell is the mack that's hyphenated
Girls seem to love the way my things are
And I had a leg for every limb
Now I've got no legs at all
You can't win a race with a cannonball
Transcribed by
Maxwell Edison
MAURERMJ@caa.mrs.umn.edu