Painting It Red Lyrics - 2000

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You look a younger more beautiful version of death
But I
Now your body
And you can call me leisure and I can call you rest
We can
We should
Cos our shoulders were put there for the test
Now you can call me leisure and I can call you rest
Well certainly jumped the red at treasure chest
You joyride didn
Till you placed the lemming on this family crest
And you can call me leisure
The donor of poor measure
The scalpel of all pleasure
I
It
Not to shrug in self pity or to ignore
Instead the helpless ration chances to the poor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
We pick your weightless body up from the floor
All the minutes all the hours that you caressed
Have been taken to a place that you thought best
If it
And I shall get my own back when I can call you rest