"Black, Red, Yellow" lyrics

"Black, Red, Yellow"

Exponentially serving. Perpetually unnerving. Vehicle swerving
The adjectives they are all a-blurring
Freud walking the sidelines clipboard scoring the brain
Black magic viente y tres, makes me sane

Hormones firing like a fifty foot Roman, yeah
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway

Phantom pain in my brain. It's all that's left of my leg
Black and Red and Yellow and Black and Red and Yellow
Heard you repeat a-what you heard. Me knowing the truth I can not concur

Hormones firing like a fifty foot Roman, yeah
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway
Hormones firing like a fifty foot Roman, yeah
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway

Yo bro. Tell us what's happening. Um, I'm on the west, west side of, on the west coast
Give me a jingle, uh, when you get in from where the fuck you're at

Hormones firing like a fifty foot Roman, yeah
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway
Hormones firing like a fifty foot Roman, yeah
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway


Writer(s): Eddie Jerome Vedder
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