Reds in My Bed

There's a fat man who offers a change of scene Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean When I get on the outside But who can you trust when the walls have ears I'm for takin' a chance, like a drownin' man I'm going under I've got reds in my bed I'm not easily led to the slaughter And while the cold war exists I'll stay warm with the commisar's daughter We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams In a prison of steel He reminds me so much of the way I feel And we know that we're both in the danger zone Where the eyes of the world Full of shutters and bugs are upon us now I've got reds in my bed I get blues looking out of my window And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone And my pillow Let me go home (There's a girl in a distant land) Let me go home (Who's nothing more than a memory) She don't know that I'm gonna be free Let me go home (You're a land full of misery) Let me go home (You're a cruel and a faceless race) I don't like your philosophy I don't like your philosophy The connections are made and the time is right So my body is walled in the shell of a car in the dead of night And I laugh through the pain and the agony As they cut me away to be born again back to humanity You've got reds in your bed There's a man lookin' over your shoulder But don't you give him your mind It's too late when you find that it's over You! Let me go home (You're a land full of misery) Let me go home (You're nothing more than a memory) I don't like your philosophy Let me go home (You're a cruel and a faceless race) Let me go home (You're nothing more than a memory) I don't like your philosophy