A Dark Red Sky
The camera's closing in they can't see me now
There's nothing more they can do
Cause this time I've got a complicated plot
And it's hard to determine what's true
Stone cold revenge won't work
Some like it hot
This dark red sky's got me burning
A fever climbing up
Can't calm the coming storm
Can't see it coming from the trodden down, no
Girls that you push aside, oh
Well we push back
No more time, I'm done with charts
I'm gonna eat your heart
Scales tipped against me for the moment, but you'll see
I'm too good, I've got to play the odds
Tight, black boots with heels
I'm kicking down your door
Cause I'm gonna stain the earth
To match a dark red sky
Can't calm the coming storm
Can't see it coming from the trodden down, no
Women you push aside, oh
We don't just push back
Big, bad wolves forgot about the bitch
Who's sleeping with the sheep
Tiny though I be, there's something more that you can't see
They've struck a nerve, but we've got double
We're scratching and clawing and biting to even the score
And baby I'm bleeding out
With an arm wrapped around her you convince yourself
You've taken her under your wing
But that's not quite true, so what can I do
To show you that she just can't breathe
Stone cold revenge won't work
Some like it hot
This dark red sky's got me burning
A fever climbing up
This dark red sky's got me burning
A fever climbing up
Can't calm the coming storm
Can't see it coming from the trodden down, no
Women you push aside
We do more than push back
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it direct action, and then
She lost my grandpa’s medicine,
My water bill was late,
She shredded wedding invitations
And she did not hesitate.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
We didn’t know if it was crickets or tinnitus that kept her up at night.
But don’t we all know that feeling in those lonely hours when something isn’t right?
Call it fate, call it karma, call it anything but boredom.
I mean that’s what it is, but no need to put too fine a point on it.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it a Saturday well spent.
She threw out my aunt’s thank you notes
And spat upon the census,
She delivered all our love letters
But to the wrong addresses.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She tampers with forever stamps,
Covered envelopes with gum,
Rubs together eager hands,
She’s only just begun!
And just about three days ago
Our Peggy lost her job.
Better pay for overnight
For it won’t be long…
But who could ever tell what might set her off?
It changes every time.
The one thing that we can tell you all for sure is that you’ll be fine,
But for those of us stuck here it’s just a simple fact of life.
It’s just another day with our local postal parasite.
So we sigh!
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She thinks the task is just her bent.
She ignores the fragile stickers
And throws packages about,
She signs her name on each petition so that there can be no doubt:
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.