I didn't want to tell her
That I knew what she was doing,
All the time and every day,
And who she wasn't fooling.
True colors were expressing
Their diabolic phases,
When actually she wasn't talkin',4
Those who knew the stages.
Cool mistakes,
Rebel heart,
Red and black,
Red and black.
Victory and peace recalled
Recording at the shack
Unfettered, honey, so "darn right",
It wasn't written down,
Walking over bu*ts and ashes,
When he was back in town.
And she said,
"I'd you'd only say "I'm sorry",
For the crow,
I'd laugh and tell you this,
My friend,
"I ho, I ho, I ho"...
Later...