Lyrics

I was buzzing like a beehive when I saw the figure 5 in gold
I had been told not to look into the green light
“You’ll do better being bought and sold
And growing old”
I want a red one
The artist’s bed one
You can hang me on your wall when I’m just another dead one
In time, colorblind, anything is fine
Just let it out

Never keep a color locked in
Make a sinner suffer red and black
Then take it back
Walking naked down a staircase
Eyes without a face or front or back
It’s just a fact
A black and white one
The dead of night one
You can leave it by the door
When you’re letting in the right one
Broken or restored
Don’t try anymore
Just let it out

I want a red one
The artist’s bed one
You can hang it on your wall
When I’m just another dead one
In time, colorblind
Anything is fine
Just let it out
Let it out