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Red Is The Color lyrics
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 the color of the end of time
Bleeds dry runnin' down my center line
Wise guy pretends he doesn't see the signs
Bad news everybody talkin' about
A short fuse a half an inch from burnin' out
All used up beyond a reasonable doubt
Still taste the poison when you're kissin' the ring
Don't say he never gave you anything
Deep breath the calm before the storm begins
Cold sweat, swear you ain't listenin'
Don't bet on gettin' by with that again
Short ride from here to where the beast resides
Fine line that separates the shadows inside
Make mine a double shot of cyanide
North wind blowin' like a hurricane house
Old man leanin' like he's pullin' a plow
Neck bowed, bendin' like a willow bough
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- Track 9 on Washington Square Serenade
- 8 Oxycontin Blues
- 10 Steve s Hammer
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