Tekst:
Smog Red Apple Falls

The widow says It's hard to live With a man A man like me The widow says It's hard to live On the lonely version of love I give And I've seen the way

it's all bad news on every page So i roll right over And go to sleep The evening sun will be so sweet I roll right over And i have this thing Red apple falls

If you're living the unliveable By loving the unloveable It's time to start changing the unchangeable Be leaving the unleaveable Come on If you're

Most of my fantasies are of Making someone else come Most of my fantasies are of To be of use To be of some hard Simple Undeniable use Like a spindle

wing torn and jutting bone What hand bent it to bust To be ueseless What hand I could have done it With two fingers A blood red bird A blood red bird

in return I gave her nothing in return I gave her nothing in return The ghost of her husband Beautiful as a horse Pulled up an apple cart Full of millions of red apples