Red On Red

Red on red, like a candy apple Her red face looked tomato red Blotchy as Philadelphia scrapple Agony, anger, lots of dread The face of a woman obsessed With a madman’s crazy day She wanted to escape, fly away Gray on gray, smoke won’t go away I don’t know what I can really say I think I might need a bullet proof vest For if I linger I may be laid to rest And vultures will fly over my head Thru the smoke to be gladly fed Blue on blue, does anyone have a clue What causes the greenish, blue flames To travel thru the lives of me and you In a land divided in two by red and blue? We are also torn between will and must Confusion covers us like rust and dust