"Red Light" lyrics

"Red Light"

If it's the rough stuff ya want
You can point your finger at me
'Cause I can dish it out good
But I don't give it away for free
There's a price for my vice
And I want it in cash
In a plain brown bag
You can put it out by the trash

There'll be a red light by the window
And a blue light by the car
He'll be running, but he won't get far
A red light by the window
And a blue light by the car
He'll be running, but he won't get far

This modern world deserves a
Modern attitude
You've gotta stick it to them
Before they stick it to you
I want the money
And I want it in cash
You can put it out, put it out, put it out by the trash

There'll be a red light by the window
And a blue light by the car
He'll be running, but he won't get far
There'll be a red light by the window
And a blue light by the car
He'll be running, but he won't get far
Red light
Blue light
Red light
Blue light
This modern world deserves a
Modern attitude!


Writer(s): Standard R Funsten, Charles T Gray, Marc W Moreland, Oliver Joe Nanini Jr, Bruce K Moreland
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