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partna can you smell the skunk
Or the fine red scent from the honey blunt
Do the things I do to make the hoes wonder
But I'm dock in the cuts and I'm over

I want to see you crawl
I want to see you fall out of a window, mine
My sweetie pie

I want you to get run down by a car, my car
I want to see you

somebody to love
You better find somebody to love

When the garden flowers, Baby, are dead yes
And your mind is so full of red

Don't you want somebody

because of the Mantras
Temples burnt down by the Contras
No where to run, no where to hide
It's hard to tell who's on your side

Back in '87 two raised

Nitrous oxide fucks my head
My babay wants blue velvet
She makes me se red
Candy coated clown sung by Ben
He's hiding in the closet
He wants to come

Tell me whence will I find the passion once lost?
May it rise with strength to burn
away these synthetic sins of mine 
away those days by gone...

So I'm popping the red pill, while I'm hoping  to overdose
In the matrix, you can't say shit if you can't imitate this
You too basic,  the truth too

parental stereo
mute
pointed to an instrumental voice instead so
hitting skin on speed he
red eyes while with me
she in the waiting room
reading into

blood and ashes,
I'm singing on my way to hell,
I'm dancing toward Golgatha,
I'm guided by an inner knell.
There are many shades of black
and that I use

To Give
I Know You Feel My Love
I Can See It In Your Eyes

Your Bricks Shining Red ? Can You All See The Irony?
On Your Fine Flowerbed ? They Are Laughing

The red blood of a king, poured upon the ground

A crown of thorns, wedged into his skull

The weight and burden of sin, too heavy for a man to hold

And no loitering,
and no smoking,
and no alcohol on the beach.
By the way, there's no parking,
and no skateboarding.
Remember, the red curb
is for no

cadillac 

Let me ride, let me ride 

White man, white man, don't you know 
Those indians they had no place to go 
They took old Geronimo by storm 
Riped

A tall black cowboy hat pulled down low to hide his eyes 
While lines of weekend window shoppers just kept rollin' by 
I spotted him from my old

of nothing
To fling your heart behind the wall
Essence of musk and almonds water
Concealed behind the closed eyelids
Of transparent lives
Consoled by a sublime

on top.

Molokov:
Who gets the chop.

Molokov & Diplomats:
No one's way of life
Is threatened
By a flop.
But we're going to
Smash that bastard.
Make him

I'm left by my window
To tell it my secrets
It's more than you'll know
And more I will regret
It hears my voice
And the strings I pluck
To return

confessions are full of controversy 
When red and blue's reflected I'll be asking God for mercy
Because it makes me wonder if this could be where my name

been gettin cakey now the money taste sweet 
like pastry they hate me ( back at you)
now tell me how it look
would you rather live life like me or by

baby.
Got me down ass bitch with red hair that don't care.
Blaze by the shots to flares girl come on, follow me
bust back on police conceal your heat.
Its

your bottom dollar
that you and I are through
'Cause lipstick on your collar
told a tale on you

Oh yeah
Go!

Standin' by the punch bowl, I had some time

[Redman:]
When she pulled up, I was like wow
My name red and I like your style
Take my number and put me on file
Call me if you ain't freak in

[m/l van Dyk]

Peter and Mary, drive cross-country

Entering Desperation, Nevada

Red lights flash and their destines changed

As the patrol car

she stay silent
They're coming for me, she said
To crush dissent, to leave me dead
Could the tree last this storm, its angry and red

A beacon of hope