Red

Have you ever noticed that the Devil isn’t black
But the ones who’ve seen Him have always drawn His body painted Red
In the district full of sex the lights were always Red
It reminds me of when I used to walk there, together with my friends
Tarring at the horizon line, just at dawn after those nights,
Guess which color was the sky?

Red is the color she shows to let you know it’s time to
Lay down your gun
Just as the bull at its sight ready to fight, but in the
End always meant to die

Talking of Spielberg’s “Jaws”, the most frightening scenes for you
Ain’t they when the blood red stain emerges from the extensive blue?
On your Wednesday the 13th, watching “A Nightmare On Elm St.”
Freddie’s red face’s smiling while his victims are crying and heir blood is crimson too
Have you ever asked yourself, after evening spent like that
If someone’s under your bed?

Red is the color she shows to let you know it’s time to
Lay down your gun
Just as the bull at its sight ready to fight, but in the
End always meant to die

Stopped at the traffic light, drinking cranberries juice
Opening up the door to find your girlfriend lain down with another guy
If they haven’t torn down the wall Red might be all they see
Every girl sees things all red once a month, for a week

Red is the color she shows to let you know it’s time to
Lay down your gun
Just as the bull at its sight ready to fight, but in the
End always meant to die
Emotions have always been red if good or bad you know they
Paint your own life
Pumping the blood through your veins, heating your face when it’s love
Your heart will be always