Blackout in the Red Room

she's tryin' to have a good time even though these are the bad times she's tryin' to get in-she wants out doin' some time for small crimes to herself sitting by the window-breathin' on the glass time will tell, time will pass 'cause when you're young

Why do you think they call it dope? Nighttime, shooting star, the sun started to rain Trees lost branches, gurus' trances, black-brassiered dancers Little dears Showdown's coming, it's no joke, mouth is running, it's a stroke That's what i think when

so you're going drinking tonight it's party time gonna turn bad to maybe so you're gonna paint the town red it's party time gonna turn bad to maybe blackout in the red room blackout in the red room so you say you can't remember it's party time so you