38 lyrics for "In the red room"
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna
PlayDoes it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt
PlayMy heart retires far early Away these foreign lands She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye A gold breath on a wire A sing soft sail in the other room A red hot cleansing fire My cold feet warm in a straight line Dancing Spanish Hands She's a yellow girl,
PlayWake up dead, you die I sneak in my own house It's four in the morning I had too much to drink Said I was out with the boys I creep in my bedroom I slip into bed, I know if I wake her, I'll wake up dead
PlayI might not be a man yet, I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered upstairs Head to your toe, so nobody will know
PlayShe will be your living end She'll come, she'll go She'll lay belief on you And when the clothes are strewn Don't be afraid of the room Touch the fullness of her breast Feel the love of her caress Skin sweet with musky odor The lady from another grinning
PlayNarrow daylight entered my room Shining hours were brief Winter is over Summer is near Are we stronger than we believe? Is the kindness we count upon I walked through halls of reputation Among the infamous too As the camera clings to the common thread
PlayThere's a silence in a room and it is killing me Speak your mind So out of reach Won't you speak your mind? But you won't tell me why Go and lie in the bed you made Keep all the words for the ones who play 'Cause I'm getting tired of the guessing game
PlayYou, wake up, where's the tomb? Will easter come, enter my room? The lord weeps with me Toll no bell for me father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world But the angel, the dream foretold Prayed more than thrice
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