Red! Red! Thats what she said. Red! Red! That's what she said, and I said fuck yes! The bled, the dead, your speckled dress. My baby, she's dancing, fragrancing like powder burn and gun oil. These boys they got cocky, unlucky, now they're sleeping under topsoil. Pistol on safety and kiss me you raving busty thing. A sunset stretched pavement, a pink bouquet of bodies in the backseat.