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 color of the end of time
Bleeds dry runnin� down the center line
Wise guy pretends he doesn�t see the signs

Bad news everybody talkin� �bout
A short fuse a half an inch from burnin� out
All used up beyond a reasonable doubt

Make way for his majesty the prodigal king
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 pretend that 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

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