Red days

Red - is the colour you can count on
Red - oh, the carpet I walk on
Red - the blood that´s running through my veins
and a silly master said one day we´re all living through red days

my my my red days...

Red makes the taste on your pasta
Red in your eyes and you´re rasta
Red and your woman turns every word you say
I believe now while I´m writing this I´m having my red day

my my my red days...

Red oh the clouds in the sky
in my bed there´s a red rubber pie
red flying liquid around me
I´m mad when I try to get out of here

A rat tries to cover my head
but red mouth will eat me instead
red skin come show me direction
I´ve got a big burning red infection

my my my red days...