So what, you think this is usual Strange moon, strange land Strange man Hold your hands tightly horses Hold them, hold them kindly Man Low red moon
Red, Red, Red, oh Red, Red, Red, oh Red, Red, Red, oh Come over, open mouth like Venus Come over, over mountain like Vesuvius Send a rocket to Red
come over (the) mountain like Vesuvius. Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo. Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo. Red red red, oh
So what, you think this is usual? Strange moon, strange land, strange man. Hold the hands of tiny horses, Hold them, hold them kindly, man. Low Red Moon
Traduction: Ventre. Rouge.
Traduction: Ventre. Faible Red Moon.
mm come over (the) mountain like Vesuvius. Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo. Send a rocket for Red, and he goes coo-coo. Red red red, oh
Well I went out looking for someone to bleed. Such a lovely flower in your pretty red hair Well a friend in agony?s a friend in deed, Better yet, one
is like, You know dat. Termaine What's tha hold up? Granade when I blow up, Everybody Own nuts, What? Hold that. Tha Prince Here, Been Here, Sincere Like Nas in Belly
[Verse 1:] Damn you playing games already 'Cause you sorta got me sea-sick, waving your belly Like in and out then out and then in Then back to out, girl
Desert Rose Why do you live alone If you are sad I'll make you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold grey
la de day Ha la la la de day Ha la la de day Ha la la de day... She runs through the streets With her eyes painted red Under black belly of cloud in
La La La De Day Ha La La La De Day Ha La La De Day Ooooh...Ooooh...Ooooh... She runs through the streets With her eyes painted red Under black belly
Don't make me start without you Oh la la la ohhh Uh red one Etcetera Hey [VERSE 1] Ey, hey, I'm like a beast Ey, hey, I'm like a beast The DJ dropped
and insight riot Warn dem fi cool and we did warn dem fi quiet Now dem hear the kick drum di snare and di hi hat Load up dem belly with some copper shot
from your window To the porcelain bowl And you're sick from your ears To the red parquet floor And the Braque on the wall Slides down your front And eats through your belly
