I know the rules   When I’m with Tommy my friend   I give all of my eye contact   To his girlfriend      Then I’m not a threat   But even when I do it perfect   She sometimes still gets scared   I won’t hurt you      Blazing red   Don’t you lie down dead   Don’t you drink that poison   It’s no good for you      I can mind my manners   And treat your mother nice   All the women who gave birth to us   I recognize   I see when they are happy for us   And when they misunderstand   I’m carrying a torch for them   I won’t get burned by it      Chorus      Instead of getting smaller   Instead of lowering my head   I become my soul   I become my soul   And it’s blazing red