Lyrics:
the strength to hold on and push myself to the breakdown
Of my nervous system
Oh walking on bleeding ground
Red roses covered by snow
Remind me of the ground we
flames
Praying that I don't survive
As bullets fly by, ground turns blood red
Breaking what little is left
Gabriel's horn blows, and I lay to die
Yearning
the bleeding
By painting the ground with red
She never had my stitches
He didn't want me dead
But I was already
on venus it rains sulfuric acid
and the raindrops evaporate before they hit the ground
japanese red-crowned cranes by the water here
trouble in
Dry Ground
A multitude camped by the Red Sea
On a journey to a home
On their backs all possesions
And all they carried was all they owned
Left
them away
The ground is painted red by blood
In their thousands they lie dead
Abruptly awakened from the serenity of dreams
To reality where terror
There's a fat little chance I'll be hanging around
While you're in this town while you're on the ground
Caught you red handed by the cellar door
Ooh, I was a lonely cloud
I was a leaf that had to fall to the ground
I was a coloured red by the oceanic time
I went down, down so
In agony they writhe
The ground runs red with blood
Betrayed by the fickle mistress war
Impaled on the agony of defeat
The smell of death pervades
down (got to slow down)
Little red Corvette
'Cause if you don't, you're gonna run your
Little red Corvette right in the ground
Little red Corvette
down (got to slow down)
Little red Corvette
'Cause if you don't, you're gonna run your
Little red Corvette right in the ground
Little red Corvette
corvette
honey u got 2 slow down (got 2 slow down)
little red corvette
'cuz if u don't u gonna run
little red corvette right in the ground (little red
In the earth that's razed to the ground and it's rough
Send me home
From the red zone
The red zone
The red zone
The red zone
The red zone
Verdun stands
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck
Well, the boys 'round here don't listen to The Beatles
Run ol' Bocephus through a jukebox needle
back, by blast of a mortar attack
My spider sense is tinteling
Turn around and see a house burning in the distance, ground still shakes
Another one is
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck
Well, the boys 'round here don't listen to The Beatles
Run ol' Bocephus through a jukebox needle
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
'Cause if you don't, you're gonna run your Little Red Corvette right in the ground
Little Red Corvette
Right down to the ground. Honey, you got to slow
Look how the ground shakin' (shake)
All over town shakin' (shake)
Is we have the ground shakin' (shake)
Tell them meet we by the Grand (Grand) Stand
No nine one one yeah
So bye bye bums
The reaper comes
To reign in the finite sum
You just might run
Red red it's all redrum
We all got guns
Red red
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
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
Little Red Riding Hood on her way
Become the Hero oft he Day!
A thousand miles of life later, fooled by hunters and traitors
But she is still okay, never
Red, Red Dirt
By Jeremy Castle
Intro:
Reddest dirt around that you’ve ever heard or seen
Red dirt so red that your white shoes won’t come clean
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