Red - Belly

Red, you look tired

You look older than your mother

Where should I not touch?

What should I not kiss?

Where does it hurt?

Red, in you slumber

You look younger, so much stronger

Honey on your breath

Heaven in your head

Where does it hurt?

Red, Red, Red, oh

Red, Red, Red, oh

So long in this house

It’s a big one, full of scarecrows, even now so

You look ahead to the edge

Of a big metal sun over sunset, overheated, over

Over welcome home, our only son

Red, Red, Red, oh

Red, Red, Red, oh

Red, Red, Red, oh

Come over, open mouth like Venus

Come over, over mountain like Vesuvius

Send a rocket to Red and he goes coo-coo

Send a rocket to Red and he goes coo-coo

Come over, open mouth like Venus

Come over, over mountain like Vesuvius

Send a rocket to Red and he goes coo-coo

Send a rocket to Red and he goes coo-coo

Send a rocket to Red, send a rocket to Red