Red Handed - ROZZ WILLIAMS

There floats a phantom

On this slum’s foul air

A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing

Into the spectre of endless plight

Face to reshape, vanity fleeting

Red handed, red handed

Night dismembers

Red handed, red handed

Fight to remember

Another’s life is racked with shame

Another lie still sounds the same

Feeding fuels of unkept fires

Wallow in your private mire

(2nd chorus)

Into the spectre

Of endless plight

You’d like a face to reshape

But there’s no sense

In fleeing

You’re caught red handed

Red handed

Red handed, Red handed…

There floats a phantom

On this slum’s foul air

A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing

Into the spectre of endless plight

Face to reshape, vanity fleeing

Another’s eyes open in vain

Another cry muffled with pain

Feeding fuels of unkept fires

Fall lifeless in your self made mire

— Rozz Williams