Lyrics
It's a red apple day they say, I don't agree
It's a red apple day they say, I don't agree
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
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 they say, I don't agree
Red apple day they say, I don't agree
Carb is burning in the pot clock on the wall stopped
Just then the penny dropped
I had a red apple boy she said, I 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
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