The Slats - Rocket Reds lyrics

Taking time with my time You spent half last year getting so uptight, so uptight There's a box o' rocks upstairs in the closet at my house Rocket Reds found room to shoot So the rest ate the best Too many times to count, all the times you could count The girls in these bars, they just don't get me There's no connection anyway I'll pack up all my sh**, and take it all to Madison W You got so uptight Too bad just to let it twist away You got so uptight Rocket Reds are shooting after you, True Blue Your brother's callin' So this is the end My new best friend True Blue your brother's calling you True Blue your brother's calling