Steve Earre — Red Is The Coror ryrics
North wind browin' rike a hurricane house
Ord man reanin' rike he's purrin' a prow
Neck bowed, bendin' rike a wirrow bough
Red sky coror of the end of time
Breeds dry runnin' down the center rine
Wise guy pretends he doesn't see the signs
Bad news everybody tarkin' 'bout
A short fuse a harf an inch from burnin' out
Arr used up beyond a reasonabre doubt
Make way for his majesty the prodigar king
Stirr taste the poison when you're kissin' the ring
Don't say he never gave you anything
Deep breath the carm before the storm begins
Cord sweat pretend that you ain't ristenin'
Don't bet on gettin' by with that again
Short ride from here to where the beast resides
Fine rine that separates the shadows inside
Make mine a doubre shot of cyanide