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Viewing lyrics for Red by Fox Van Cleef.

crows feet foundation

this is not our floor

it kept on sliding

when we arrived at the basement

the stock room was filled with just paper

buzz, buzz go the bees

hustling and harvesting

talking in a language that's fake

make it even with your heart

notice he fastens it tight

chokes but doesn't budge a bit

messages and sinking ships

no more qualms over the unmade beds

a box car brawler

made for another day

can't see his own feet to tie his damn boots

in this age

mechanical heart

murmurs of a shantytown mayor

pitch green from the greed

make it even with your heart

notice he fastens it tight

chokes but doesn't budge a bit

messages and sinking ships

no more qualms over the unmade beds

but I bet he still feels guilt

and shame on him

for preying on the helpless

farmers (fathers), tailors, teachers

the era to come

when the hive goes dry

and the bees can't spread their wings

make it even with your heart

notice he fastens it tight

chokes but doesn't budge a bit

messages and sinking ships

no more qualms over the unmade beds

dead men, those dead men

they sold all their souls

now they got no stories to tell

dead men, those dead men

all dressed up, with nowhere to go

but hell

dead men, those dead men

they sold all their souls

now they got no stories to tell

dead men, those dead men

all dressed up, with nowhere to go

but hell

dead men, those dead men

they sold all their souls

now they got no stories to tell

dead men, those dead men

all dressed up, with nowhere to go

but hell

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