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Letras: Blues For The Red Sun


01. Thumb
02. Green Machine
03. Molten Universe
04. 50 Million Year Trip (Downside Up)
05. Thong Song
06. Apothecaries' Weight
07. Caterpillar March
08. Freedom Run
09. 800
10. Writhe
11. Capsized
12. Allen's Wrench
13. Mondo Generator
14. Yeah


Thumb

You don’t seem to understand the deal
I don’t give two shits on how you feel
You’re burned by my lighter
You’ve been burned by my lighter
And my lighter is held down by my thumb

You’re livin in thought soul
Yeah

You tried to turn me off
But you couldn’t even turn me down
As I said and I told you are livin in hell
You’re on desert ground (this desert ground)
And now you’ve found (now you’ve found)
My thumb in the kneelin and you sit there caught in this well

You’re livin in thought soul


Green Machine

I've got a war inside my head
It's got to set itself free
I've got a wheel inside my head
A wheel of understanding

I'm loading my war machine
I'm contributing to the system
The breakdown scheme
I'm a shutting down your greed for green
I am here to gun it down
I'm gonna do it

I see pretty flowers at my feet
Cool breeze, clean air, hospitality
Pretty please, pretty please, pretty please
Get the hell away from me

I'm loading my war machine
I'm contributing to the system
The breakdown scheme
I'm a shutting down your greed for green
I am here to gun it down
I'm gonna do it

I've got a war inside my head
It's got to set itself free
I've got a wheel inside my head
A wheel of understanding

I'm loading my war machine
I'm contributing to the system
The breakdown scheme
I'm a shutting down your greed for green
I am here to gun it down
I'm gonna do it


Molten Universe

Instrumental


50 Million Year Trip (Downside Up)

I am drinkin
I am rolllin (and you can’t stop)
I am hidin
I am runnin (and you can’t stop)

But I’ll never forget you anyway

I am drinkin
I am rollin (and you can’t stop)
I am runnin
I am rollin (and you can’t stop it)
But I’ll never forget you anyway

Soon I came to realize as his world began to turn
That river was heading to return
A fool release I am
From the corner of your mouth
Fight this, man

“Who’s there”


Thong Song

I don’t need a séance
I don’t read gray lines
I signed it away, way long
I hate slow songs

Whoa yeah
I don’t even care
Whoa yeah
I go over there

My hair is real long
No brains all brawn
No shoes just thongs
I hate slow songs

Whoa yeah
You cried, like I care
Whoa yeah
Buck naked and there

Hooray for
Hooray for you


Apothecaries Weight

Woo-hoo.
Yeah, whoa yeah, whoa.
Yeah.


Caterpillar March

Instrumental


Freedom Run

“Freedom run
Three, two, run
Free to run
Freedom run”

I'll break through
I’ll steal for you
I need ya
And there’s nothing you can do
Yeah

Walk through miles of desert sun
To grasp the chance that I’ll be gone
Be one with you
Yeah

Freedom run

Well, I’ll break through
I’ll steal for you
Well, I need ya
And there’s nothing you can do
Yeah

Notes from the past
I hope you last
You’re in my grasp
Well, a cure at last

Freedom run


800

Instrumental


Writhe

Everyone seems to be singing for Satan
Guess I will too
What a joke, you make me laugh
Till I turn blue

Everyone’s hair is out to there
What a manly lookin crew
I don’t think I’ll tease my hair
I’d rather sit here teasin you.

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more

I seem to (have) lost my cowboy boots
With green fringe running down the sides
My soul machine has made me green
Cause my jeans didn’t turn out tight

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more.

When all these ruins are turned for you
You keep my livin a life
Your smile rolls away their mouths
And your kiss makes it worth the ride

Cause you writhe like snakes down on the floor
Out you go and here come one hundred more.


Capsized

Instrumental


Allen’s Wrench

This subdivision
Heavy plastic emotion
And it’s all you get
It’s all you get

Allen’s wrench
It’s all you get
Allen’s wrench
It’s all we get

“Man, you better never”

Cause I like attention
Magic mother potion

It’s all you get

Allen’s wrench
It’s all you get
Allen’s wrench
Breathe the man
Allen’s wrench
Break, shoot, take
Allen’s wrench


Mondo Generator

Ah
Who’s gonna take you there?
You’re such a long way back, you
Long, long, long

You said to help you out
What’s there to do, big liar
Well, I said, fool, it’s there
Get me out of here

I went back there
I never go
With all of these tragic fools
That’s enough for me

You try to match it, going there
You’re such a fool
I cannot take you there
What does it take?
Every time I show you, you try to
I can’t hear you there

Well, I said there’s nothing there
You try to match it without going there
Ah, ah, ah
You thought you knew something,
Well, what? You fuckin come with me

When I’m back
You got a long way to get him
That’s some shit, man
I tried hard and fuckin more
You’re done
You’re not real
I’m not fuckin free
Ohhh.


Yeah

“Yeah”