Tytuł: Reds in my bed

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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