Lyrics:
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
Open the door
Four fucking water bottles
Sugar free red bull
Diet fucking coke
Mini fridge
Hardcore
Mini fridge
Hardcore
Mini fridge
Hardcore
Mini
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
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
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
the meat? It's in the fridge
Where's the meat? It's in the fridge
I'll give you 100 red roses tonight, if you come back now
Cause I don't want to die and I
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
Keep the car running, there’s no need to park
He’s not going to make it, through the night
Keep that wedding cake in the fridge
He didn’t pay me back for
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
Oh-oh-oh
Yeah, I bet by now they're missin' me
So I ain't stopping 'til I see
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One life, one bar, one church
Where
seen it
It's a true work of art
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong
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
you've dated, man
But you ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated
By a red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a red headed woman
To get
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
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
Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it's not you and it's not me
Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like
And nextdoor neighbors wave when we drive by
I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice cold beer
Gimme
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
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
[Originally by The Police]
Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
can feel your body shaking
I, I will meet you where the waves are breaking
Baby, it's a Red Flag Day
Baby, let's get in the water
Taken out by
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
And red...
Red is the colour of blood
And red is the colour of pain
Red is the colour of my bag
And red is the colour of my fridge
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