Red Heaven

Don't look back and, He's your soldier
That sheet metal sound next door, Is keeping me awake
Janie's eyes are open, And my feet are killing me
If this isn't the truth, Don't look down
And He's your shoulder, That cheap little loud mouth whore
Is keeping me awake, The baby's eyes are open
And this heat is killing me, If this isn't the truth
Clap my hands, Slap my legs
I can't find it, But that sweet little bastard boy
Is breaking me a leg, Maybe mine is broken, I don't mind it

Dovey, i'll take you down
Remember i see behind me

One, two, three, four
How many, many people outside your door?
Two, three, four, five
How many, many people outside?
Four, three, two, one
I don't think you can hold your own
Five, six, seven, eight
I don't think you can save your face
You don't say no
He dunk the backboard
And he sleep on the couch
He jump the backseat
And he sleep on the couch
He drive the backroad, He drive the backroad
And he sleep
You're a pusher
Spy in a bath
We make us move
Like some kind of bath
Come when you need some
Come when you need some
You're a pusher

Hot hands
Move things
I write in his wall
I have no mind at all
Hot things
Move him
I write on his wall
I have no heart at all
I think she's a pretty little fool
She holds me down, she flows
She has a back like Marie
I think he's a crazy bastard
Drives me home, he goes
You have a back like Marie
You have pearls in your eyes
And you use your burning to wrap yourself in
And you use your fever to hide yourself away
And you use sweating to keep me down
And you use your heat to have me
And you use your fire to be stronger than me
And you use your flame agains me
I won't come back like Marie
The pearls on my eyes
These pearls on my eyes
They make me blind
I write on your wall
I have no eyes at all
I write on your wall
I have no eyes at all

Slept for a long time
Gone for a long time
If you ain't hiding
You can't see
Stand me where i can see you
Fill my pockets, fill me in
If I ain't collecting
I can't win
Everybody goes to the window
I can't remember what's outside
Hit the ground running
Sleep with the Rosetta Stone
Stay here where I can see you
It's not a good time that I like
It's a soft, a cold
And a high

I keep meeting you and meeting
I have promises to keep
I keep making them and leaving
That looks like a carnival wig
And two shiners
Let's just say it crawled across the snow
It looks like your left hand
Don't love me
I won't be afraid
When my ears ring and my head spins
I'll be on your good side