If I had a heart,
Then it could bleed;
And if I played guitar,
Still wouldn't be Lou Reed;
And it's deep red.
I can't be framed;
I'm working for him...
And I'm fine that you're sayin'...
Fall back to him;
You'd steal them...
And it makes me red.
If I were a boxer,
I'd know how to spar.
It's the oil on the carpet
That sells the car, friend.
If you're gonna seek,
I won't bother to hide.
No, that's not a book in your hand;
It's a TV Guide...
You we're well read...
And it makes me red...
Yeah, it makes me red.
Incarnadine;
Car to dine.
Make the multitudinous seas
Turn red as my face
You ironic killjoy.
Stock response;
Memorized inflection.
Some have libraries;
Your autograph collection,
Countless.
Confess all your privilege;
Looks like a train.
I diagnose your pop culture brain:
It's so dead...
And it makes me red.
Yeah, it makes me red.
Incarnadine;
Car to dine.
Make the multitudinous seas
Turn red as my face
You ironic killjoy.
Incarnadine;
Car to dine.
I could close my eyes
But it's just so wrong
Before I just go blind as you.
If you can't help it,
And if I were you,
I don't know how;
I'd black out from the shadow.
You look red as my face
You ironic killjoy.
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