A fragment of Red



Nothing ever happens in this dirty hick town
The bar is always closed and now the hookers all are gone
Now church is entertainment and Prozac is the drug
Going out of my mind, start to changing things around

I've got gallons of blood
Can't remember where it's from
Just clippings on the wall
I guess it's stuff that I've done

I've got to paint this town red
I've got to paint this town red
I've got to paint this town red

- Combichrist




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