Red (In My) Head Smiling faces on the wall I took a walk down the hall I banged my fist against the door I tossed a quarter to the whore The Camera flashes
I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country And I fed him on gingerbread, along came a cho cho Knocked my monkey koo koo and now my monkey's dead
Burn the witches, burn the witches Don't take time to sew your your stitches Burn the witches, burn the witches Good is the thing that you favor, evil
Another night of too much cough syrup I'm awakened by the incessant ringing of a telephone I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes And my
Son of man, rise up son of man New York cities son of Sam With a gun in hand He reaps the women of our land Blood and family does his death depravity
Black Sun came and changed our name Made our lives this simple stain Drove the children from their chores Handcrafted housewives into whores Society