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And know the strong red horse when I'm by your side
And know the strong red horse and I'm by your side

The fire red horse you broke and strong man
Fire
red wagon along

If you stick your nose someplace it don't belong
Doncha come to me if things go wrong
That's your red wagon
That's your red wagon
Till I see my name stone
Blessed are the dead

A white horse on the bowels of death
A red war horse to end all wars
A pale horse in pastilets led by
They put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth

Sergeant, Sergeant, don't you feel
There's something wrong
Bettin' I'm gettin' my sex while I'm passin' up bets
Grab my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't explain
brick dream

Red brick dream
Buttons gleam
By the light of the furnace pouring
Molten memories
Splashing down upon the rooves of swindon town
draggin' your red wagon along!

If you stick your nose some place it don't belong,
Don't you come to me if things go wrong!
That's your red wagon,
your red wagon along

If you stick your nose some place it don't belong
Don't you come to me if things go wrong
That's your red wagon, that's your red
dreader than dread now
I forward on the scene
I'll do it real keen
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
I won't do no wrong
I'll always be beside you
you by the glow of the dashboard light
Falling in love in the middle of nowhere
Maybe it's wrong, but it looks like we don't care
It feels right, yeah,
Long gone

Well step right up
To the house of pain

Step right up on the porch
You bet on the wrong horse
Walking through the door at 10
Right
circle
He had a sole red tail – once went red, now was pale

Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin' farmer
Blackbird claw, raven wing
Under the red sunlight
Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves
Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more
Someday we
By day
He's a grease monkey it's true
A slave
Fix your transmission like new
Change oil
Rotate your tires of course
He toils
Under the Flying Red
You know this language that we speak,
Is part German, Latin and part Greek
Celtic and Arabic all in a heap,
Well amended by the people in
You know this language that we speak, is part German , Latin and part Creek 
Celtic and Arabic all in a heap, well amended by the people in
thunder birds fly
We are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky
Spirit horse ride for me

Red cloud, black hawk, sitting bull
Crazy horse, Geronimo
to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
Lyrics was added by hbdelfin
 Is there something wrong?
pony before he turned five
He learned how to hide in the branches of the canyons
The young riders herded the wild horses by
Then quick as a bobcat he
know I can't blame her 
Try as I might 
She took all of my horses when she left me last night 
She rode off by moonlight and cut through the fences
Transcribed by Reverend Straynge 

the woods and the town
Covered in snow
All transformed to a fairytale
Like the fresh page
like a red eye
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by
She's tired and lonely
Scared and depressed
Her visions of one day go racing the next
the haven 
Promised by the father 

Jaksa chula harjo 
Jaksa chula harjo 
Jaksa chula harjo 

The red sticks first and 
The dancing ghosts were
How to stop the murdering?
By now we should have learned 
If we don’t then we’re a sham
Bad overwhelms the good
Bad overwhelms the good

Ooh oh
Forty or fifty horses
Lying in a lot
Red raincoats and rifles
An epidemic has been stopped

Scientist speaks what are you wondering about?
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