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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