Red

Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town

The bar is always closed and all the hookers are long gone

The church is entertaiment and prozac is the drug

I'm going out of my mind, start changing it around

I got gallons of blood

Can't remember where it's from

Just clippings on the wall

I guess it's stuff that I have done

I've gotta paint this town red!

Autoerotic, I'm bored and all neurotic

Just sitting around all day just planning how to die

Wasting time, cracking fingers

My body gets thinner by the minute

Sometimes I feel that I am dead

Distant memories haunt me

It really seems like a dream

Like a dead man's song

A machine with no conscience

I've gotta paint this town red!

Like a dead man's song

I'm just a souped-up machine with no conscience

Like a dead man's song

Living in a dirty hick town

I've gotta paint this town red!