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 framed;
I'm working for him...
And I'm fine that you're sayin'...
Fall back to him;
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

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's just 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