Lyric The Red Telephone

Sitting on a hillside
Watching all the people die
I ll feel much better on the other side
I ll thumb a ride

I believe in magic
Why, because it is so quick
I don t need power when I m hypnotized
Look in my eyes
What are you seeing (I see...)
How do you feel? (...you)

I feel real phony when my name is Phil
Or was that Bill?

Life goes on here day after day
I don t know if I am living
Or if I m supposed to be
Sometimes my life is so eerie
And if you think I m happy
Paint me white (yellow)

I ve been here once
I ve been here twice
I don t know if the third s the fourth
or if the the fifth s to fix
Sometimes I deal with numbers
And if you wanna count me
Count me out

I don t need the time of day
Anytime with me s OK
I just don t want you using up my time
Cause that s not right

They re locking them up today
They re throwing away the key
I wonder who it ll be tomorrow, you or me?

We re all normal and we want our freedom
(Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
spoken: "All o God s chilluns gotta hab dere freedum!")