Red lyrics

I won’t be like my father and I broke up with my mother

I got tired of her kisses…

Tired of her smothering(s) …. around my fingers

let me punch and fuck shit up

the sight of blood and bone and bruises makes me feel like I have woken up

To all the madness all around me I told you that you can count me

Out behind the house I’m getting high with just a soda can

A lighter and some pessimism a dalliance with anarchism

I think Sally loves me

I am plotting our escape from here

Just because they named me that don’t mean that they can tame me

I will not renew my membership

I’m done being an ambassador

For your lame brained PR campaign to vindicate the family name

You fear dirty laundry aired

I fear livin and dying scared

Ohhh

Do not tell me I don’t know

I got voices in my head

They won’t shut up til I’m dead

But now all I see is red

I am drunk on whiskey I’ve heard good thing about absinthe

Absence makes the heart grow fonder so I’ll go off to the yonder

Smoke it sniff it snort it drink it screw it punch it kick it lick it

If theres a feeling to be had don’t wanna die don’t wanna miss it

The more you wanna agitate the more I wanna masturbate

Jerks they’re fucking everywhere with purple smiles and perfect hair

I will steal their girlfriends I will also steal their Subarus

Throw my ass in prison I don’t care I’ll run the joint by noon

Ohhh

Do not tell me I don’t know

I got voices in my head

They will shut when I’m dead

Until then I’m seeing red

You promised me wonders glories untold possibilities

If this is all that life is I’ve been sold a fucking lemon tree

The bitterness it stings and I’ve stopped trusting you or anyone

And I will burn your face off I’ve the power of a hundred suns

You would send me off to war you don’t care about me and my friends

We are all expendable cannon fodder for your freedoms

Why’d you bring me here am I just supposed to buy until I die

To work and work and work and be a tiny man who eats and votes

Don’t tell me there’s no place for anger here I’ve watched your TV show

Beneath upward mobility you’re seething with hostility

Infinite passive aggression low grade clinical depression

If that’s what life’s s’posed to be I’ll say no thank you fuck you please

Ohhh

Do not tell me I don’t know

I got voices in my head

I will shut up when I’m dead

Until then I’m seeing red

But now all I see is red

But now all I see is

Here’s a golden apple

Here are some stories that may help you

Are not, no you are not the first you wont be the last

So eat this golden apple

Eat this golden apple

The fire is meant to warm you not burn the whole thing down

• Artist:Josh Radnor