Red Lane (3 46)

I drove you down the dirty track
Heard you hissing in the Red Lane
Come on, you thirsty little pilgrim
We're moving house again

Make your back get longer
You'll see it sweat behind a barrow
And if this trip gets any longer
Better keep it lean and narrow

Yeah, I could handle a bit of justice
That razor's never too cold to swallow
Forty days and nights of cutting it close
Just to keep the Red Lane hollow

So drive me down the Red Lane
Let me hear you hissing in the dirty track
I'm going to run away so far this time
And I'm never coming back