It's a red apple day, they say
I don't agree (2x)
In the rust of the valley of the river of the night
I feel obliged
To be dark
To be alive
It's a red apple day, they say
I don't agree
A red apple day, they say
I don't agree
Because the sun is a piece of paper torn from the sunday magazines
Someone spat on the back and slapped it up against the wall
It's curling at the edges, now (it's) about to fall
I feel obliged
It's a red apple day
I don't agree
(On) A red apple day, they say
I don't agree
Cover is burning in the popped clock on the wall, stopped
Just then the pin it dropped
I had a red apple boy, she said
Don't agree…
I had a red apple boy, she said
I don't agree
In the rust of the valley of the river of the night
I feel obliged