RED MIST

Oh you’ve bitten your lip, and you’re holding your tongue

Now you’re counting to ten, and it’s taking too long

Oh your head’s spinning round, the red mists coming down

And you’re – getting hot under the collar

Now you’re clenching your fist, speaking through gritted teeth

And your body is tense and it’s shaking

And you can’t simmer down, stamp your feet on the ground

These emotions are of your own making

When the red mist,

When the red mist comes on down

I hate the red mist,

You’re not nice to be around

When the red mist,

When the red mist comes on down

When the red mist descends, like a hood on your head

And it never makes sense, why you’re losing the thread

And you’re shouting out loud, waving arms in the air

Say you’re feeling alright, and your barks worse than your bite

But I know that it’s so irritating

When the red mist,

When the red mist comes on down

I hate the red mist,

You’re not nice to be around

When the red mist,

When the red mist comes on down

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