Lyrics:
And showed them our stance
Now we're here, there's no way out
The Red Line
To the point of no return as we cross
The Red Line
The point of no return
The Red
real B-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah... we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen
the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
So there's not a trace of red
still wears her hair
In the 1940s style she prefers it that way
Though it's turned from red to grey
All things change
The only one who looks the same
Is
sooner not late, bullets migrate
Killer mind-state, stir up my hate-red, I'll violate
The foundations you been known since the young age
These are
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles
Smacked my red behind.
They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito
Then marked the date
And Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
Little East Texas Red
He was the meanest bull around.
If you rode by night or the broad
never a trace of red
Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek
And someone's sneakin' 'round
never a trace of red
Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek
And someone's sneakin' 'round
you!
"All of the headLines said 'Passion Crime:
'Newly weds Groom Shot Dead
'Mystery Man.' God help the bride!
She's a widow, all in red,
With his
to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And, man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have
wouldn't want what I mean to say
I, I'm nothing
My cousin, I'm you
Led by light
You can't divide
When your red lines
Get crossed with mine
I object
beautiful dream
Incense and perfume filled the air
The sound of music was everywhere
I met a woman by a babbling brook
She was gifted, she was wise
She
never a trace of red
Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek
And someone's sneakin' 'round
North wind blowin' like a hurricane house
Old man leanin' like he's pullin' a plow
Neck bowed, bendin' like a willow bough
Red sky color of the end
on the girls but
She getting plenty mens
Heard they eat it good so now she wondering
Am I lesbian? This girl type shook like
She in between the lines go by
Was painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
Tired of trying, seeing so much more
It's so predictable and everybody judges by the numbers that you're selling
Just crank 'em out on the assembly
This is real, this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music
Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone
Cryin' as she tells
The parade of souls
Is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue
As they march by
The All Stars play
'When the Saints
Well my mama met my daddy down in Alabam,
They tied the knot, so here I am.
Born on the bayou on the Texas line,
Lovin' Louisiana, raised
Na na na na, oh oh
I've been spinning out for time
Couple women by my side
I got sinnin' on my mind
Sipping on red wine
I've been sitting here
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in
Everyone looked worse in the light
There are so many lines that I've crossed, unforgiven
I'll tell
without a home
And a pensioner in need
Those whose lives are ruled by dogma
Are waiting for a sign
The Better Dead Than Red Brigade
Are listening
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