Reds In My Bed

There's a fat man who offers a change of scene

Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean

When I get on the outside

But who can you trust when the walls have ears

I'm for takin' a chance, like a drownin' man

I'm going under

I've got reds in my bed

I'm not easily led to the slaughter

And while the cold war exists

I'll stay warm with the commisar's daughter

We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams

In a prison of steel

He reminds me so much of the way I feel

And we know that we're both in the danger zone

Where the eyes of the world

Full of shutters and bugs are upon us now

I've got reds in my bed

I get blues looking out of my window

And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone

And my pillow

Let me go home

(There's a girl in a distant land)

Let me go home

(Who's nothing more than a memory)

She don't know that I'm gonna be free

Let me go home

(You're a land full of misery)

Let me go home

(You're a cruel and a faceless race)

I don't like your philosophy

I don't like your philosophy

The connections are made and the time is right

So my body is walled in the shell of a car

In the dead of night

And I laugh through the pain and the agony

As they cut me away to be born again

Back to humanity

You've got reds in your bed

There's a man lookin' over your shoulder

But don't you give him your mind

It's too late when you find that it's over

You!

Let me go home

(You're a land full of misery)

Let me go home

(You're nothing more than a memory)

I don't like your philosophy

Let me go home

(You're a cruel and a faceless race)

Let me go home

(You're nothing more than a memory)

I don't like your philosophy