If I had a heart,
Then it could bleed,
And if I played guitar,
Still wouldn't be Lou Reed,
And it's deep red.
I can't be blamed,
I'm working for him,
And I'm fine that you're sayin',
Followed by TM,
You'd steal them,
And it makes me red.
If I were a boxer,
I'd know how to spar,
It's the oil on the carpet,
That sells the car, friend.
If you're gonna seek,
I won't bother to hide,
No, that's not a book in your hand,
It's a TV Guide,
You we're well read,
And it makes me red,
Yeah, it makes me red.
Incarnadine,
Car to dine,
Make the multitudinous seas,
Turn red as my face,
You ironic killjoy.
Stock response,
Memorized inflection,
Some have libraries,
Your autograph collection,
Countless.
I confess all your privilege,
Looks like a train,
I diagnose your pop culture brain,
It's so dead,
And it makes me red,
Yeah, it makes me red.
Incarnadine,
Car to dine,
Make the multitudinous seas,
Turn red as my face,
You ironic killjoy.
Incarnadine,
Car to dine,
I could close my eyes,
But it feels so wrong,
Before I just go blind as you,
If you can't help it,
And if I were you,
I don't know how,
I'd black out from the shadow,
You look red as my face,
You ironic killjoy.