Lyric Reds in my bed

10CC - Reds in my bed

There s a fat man who offers a change of scene
Says he ll guarantee my sheet will be clean
When I get on the outside
But who can you trust when the walls have ears
I m for takin a chance, like a drownin man
I m going under

I ve got reds in my bed
I m not easily led to the slaughter
And while the cold war exists
I ll stay warm with the commisar s daughter

We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams
In a prison of steel
He reminds me so much of the way I feel
And we know that we re both in the danger zone
Where the eyes of the world
Full of shutters and bugs are upon us now

I ve got reds in my bed
I get blues looking out of my window
And we re never alone, there s a tap on the phone
And my pillow

Let me go home
(There s a girl in a distant land)
Let me go home
(Who s nothing more than a memory)
She don t know that I m gonna be free
Let me go home
(You re a land full of misery)
Let me go home
(You re a cruel and a faceless race)
I don t like your philosophy
I don t like your philosophy

The connections are made and the time is right
So my body is walled in the shell of a car
in the dead of night
And I laugh through the pain and the agony
As they cut me away to be born again
back to humanity

You ve got reds in your bed
There s a man lookin over your shoulder
But don t you give him your mind
It s too late when you find that it s over
You!

Let me go home
(You re a land full of misery)
Let me go home
(You re nothing more than a memory)
I don t like your philosophy
Let me go home
(You re a cruel and a faceless race)
Let me go home
(You re nothing more than a memory)
I don t like your philosophy