House Red

[Levittdown]

You've been coming here forever
So you know what it was like
When the floors were clean and shiny
Silverware all looked alike
Now the waitress is long in the tooth
The bartender’s all gums
May be closed down tomorrow
It depends what it becomes

It doesn't matter what you wanted
Doesn't matter what you said
She's getting old and tired
Serves you something else instead
After two or three it tastes fine
So try to think ahead
Don’t bother with the wine list
Order the house red

If you can get your buzz on
Doesn’t matter what you drink
Your brain won"t know the difference
No matter what you think
Those rich folks with their rich tastes
Hold their pinkies in the air
They sip on fancy cocktails
Act like they really care

I know they’re old and wrinkled
And I know they’re nearly gone
But I’ve been coming here forever
The memory will live on
When it's knocked down I’ll find somewhere else
To sit and have a few
But until then I’ll keep coming
Have the drink I always do

It doesn't matter what you wanted
Doesn't matter what you said
She's getting old and tired
Serves you something else instead
After two or three it tastes fine
So try to think ahead
Don’t bother with the wine list
Order the house red

[Merle Fyshwick]

Is this a joke? Why've I always gotta sing about the past?
Surely there's not much about Vienetta icecream and wine in a box that hasn't already been said.
But now we've swapped it all for coconut juice and salted caramel
In thirty years' time the embryos of 2016 will probably be singing, yeah they'll probably be singing 'bout that.

So jump in my time machine and we'll go back so we can drink some

House red. And I'll order garlic bread
Drink driving wasn't dangerous in the past
That's what we'll try and sell 'em and wonder why we're dropping like flies

They say they smuggled heroin. But surely they won't hang 'cause they're Australian
So roll me a smoke, babe, and wind the window up it's chilly out there
And you don't wanna go catching a cold

And we can drink some house red

Have another house red, the waiter will nod his head
He looks pretty thin and though they do not know it yet
His friends with the bruising are about to start dropping like flies

Radial tyres and disc brakes are just a futuristic fantasy, yeah I guess we can dream
Baby you look so good in those Faberge jeans, I wanna take you back to Pizza Hut and drink another

To drink house red. Your unborn baby's got a shrunken head
Don't worry darling technology will fix it, that's what they always say
But still I wonder why we're dropping like flies

So have another house red. They say they're gonna phase out lead.
Will wonders never cease? It's like the future's so close, no use in complaining
when we're drinking wine in paradise
but still I wonder why we're dropping like flies

[MicahSommer]

HOUSE RED
Micah Sommersmith

My baby’s so fine, and she lets me drink her wine
My baby’s so fine, and she lets me drink her wine
And it tastes so sweet, and it goes straight to my head
Especially when she serves that house red

My baby’s all right, and she keeps me up all night
My baby’s all right, and she keeps me up all night
Up all night, yeah that’s what I said
‘Til the break of dawn I’ll be drinking that house red

Only once a month she serves it
I gotta make sure I deserve it
The kind of wine that you gotta drink in bed
Don’t need no bottle, don’t need no glass
‘Cause I drink it straight from the cask
There’s nothing like the taste of that house red

My baby’s so fine, and she lets me drink her wine
My baby’s so fine, and she lets me drink her wine
And it tastes so sweet, and it goes straight to my head
Especially when she serves that house red

Only once a month she serves it
I gotta make sure I deserve it
The kind of wine that you gotta drink in bed
Don’t need no bottle, don’t need no glass
‘Cause I drink it straight from the cask
There’s nothing like the taste of that house red
I said there’s nothing like the taste of that house red
No there’s nothing like the taste of that house red

[GravityJohnson]

Macaque Attack - 'House Red'
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Verse 1
Time has come to stop my wayfaring,
Stow the bindle, anchor ship,
Steady job, with regular payment,
Hang my hat in walls of brick,

Chorus
House red, grass green,
Nowhere else I'd rather be,
House red, sky blue,
Wouldn't want anyone else but you,
X2

Verse 2
Think it's time to put some roots down,
Find a place to call our home,
Single out a village or small town,
Buy a joint to make our own,

Middle 8
Getting homely in the middle of suburbia,
Nice big lawn to mow on Sunday afternoons,
Keeping it spruce,

Bedding plants, chicken coop,
Shed for woodwork, temperate fruit,
A mans home is his castle,
What more could one want to do

Verse 3
Don't miss the ache in my tired legs,
Don't miss the open road,
I'm happy here with you baby,
I'm happy in our abode

[ricochet]

Dead Dead Dead Dead...

Pitch black power cut
And The Night comes through
Cellular Jammers
Cut our phones off too

When the screaming starts
All hope dies
Hooded men in masks
Make a new god rise.


House Red
We're all dead
They listened to the voices
In the back of their heads
House Red
We have no life
They took it away
With a stab of a knife


The house is red
We're all dead
Symbols branded
On those who bled

The house is dead
We're all red
They chanted The Unsaid
Now the new god is fed