Red
Written by Tanya Donelly and Tom Gorman; Performed by Belly
©1995 Published by Slow Dog Music (BMI)

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King - Red - Lost Behind the Curtain - Live and Hungry


 

Red, you look tired
You look older than your mother
Where should I not touch?
What should I not kiss?
Where does it hurt?
Red, in you slumber,
You look younger, so much stronger
Honey on your breath,
Heaven in your head
Where does it hurt?
Red, red, red, ahh

So long in this house
It's a big one, full of scarecrows, even now
So you look ahead to the edge
Of a big metal sun over sunset, overheated (over)
Welcome home, our only son
Red, red, red, oh
Red, red, red, oh
Red, red, red, oh

Mm mm c-come open, open mouth like Venus
Mm mm c-come over, over (a) mountain like Vesuvius
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Mm mm c-come open, open mouth like Venus
Mm mm c-come over, over (a) mountain like Vesuvius
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo
Red, red, red, ahh


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