"Red" lyrics
I got a red house and a red car
Runs on big red batteries
Used to be blue fifteen minutes ago
But they turned red just for me
I got me a red horse, and I ride it
I got some blue friends, they're the best
Used to ride around the world on a big jet plane
They call "The Lolita Express"
I got a red tie, and it's ten miles long
And it matches my red hat
I got me a red bird, and a red fish
A red dog and a red cat
And I got me a red pen, and I use it
I got a big red chainsaw too
My red friend likes that white powder
It makes his arms do weird salutes
When the war gets here
We're all gonna hold hands
All the Baptists and the Catholics
All the Marxists and the Fascists
When the war gets here
We're going get on the level
Everyone will look a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil
I had a red talk on a red day
Looking for a thank you dressed in blue
If you want to win the war, my friend
You know you better wear a suit
I got me a red bulldog technocratic
Bootstrap-tugging buddy
He wrote an elegy for a people he don't know
And it ain't funny
There is a deep swamp and I'll drain it
For my people are in danger
Who would have ever thought the Deep State
Were the National Park rangers
I got some red pills and a bottle
I got black and blue ones too
All the pills are all the same
The illusion is, you choose
When the war gets here
We're all gonna hold hands
All the cowboys and the hippies
Put away their strange misgivings
When the war gets here
We're gonna get on the level
Everyone will look a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil
When the king's cut friend and foe
And every nation knows his wrath
When he's dead in fifteen years
We'll be here and they'll be back
When we're all hung out to dry
By our savior technocrats
It won't matter if you're neocon
Or MAGA Democrat
When the war gets here
We're all gonna hold hands
All the Baptists and the Catholics
All the Marxists and the Fascists
When the war gets here
We're all gonna get on the level
Everyone will look a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil, oh
Runs on big red batteries
Used to be blue fifteen minutes ago
But they turned red just for me
I got me a red horse, and I ride it
I got some blue friends, they're the best
Used to ride around the world on a big jet plane
They call "The Lolita Express"
I got a red tie, and it's ten miles long
And it matches my red hat
I got me a red bird, and a red fish
A red dog and a red cat
And I got me a red pen, and I use it
I got a big red chainsaw too
My red friend likes that white powder
It makes his arms do weird salutes
When the war gets here
We're all gonna hold hands
All the Baptists and the Catholics
All the Marxists and the Fascists
When the war gets here
We're going get on the level
Everyone will look a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil
I had a red talk on a red day
Looking for a thank you dressed in blue
If you want to win the war, my friend
You know you better wear a suit
I got me a red bulldog technocratic
Bootstrap-tugging buddy
He wrote an elegy for a people he don't know
And it ain't funny
There is a deep swamp and I'll drain it
For my people are in danger
Who would have ever thought the Deep State
Were the National Park rangers
I got some red pills and a bottle
I got black and blue ones too
All the pills are all the same
The illusion is, you choose
When the war gets here
We're all gonna hold hands
All the cowboys and the hippies
Put away their strange misgivings
When the war gets here
We're gonna get on the level
Everyone will look a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil
When the king's cut friend and foe
And every nation knows his wrath
When he's dead in fifteen years
We'll be here and they'll be back
When we're all hung out to dry
By our savior technocrats
It won't matter if you're neocon
Or MAGA Democrat
When the war gets here
We're all gonna hold hands
All the Baptists and the Catholics
All the Marxists and the Fascists
When the war gets here
We're all gonna get on the level
Everyone will look a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil, oh
Writer(s): Jesse Allen Breckenridge Welles
