Red River Songtext
von The Symposium

Try not to think out loud
What I′m thinkin' about
I′m looking at the sky
While layin' on the ground
Try not to think out loud
Try not to think out loud

But I made up my mind
I'm walkin′ down the corridor and waitin′ in line
Tell me what you're gonna do when I′m through with you
'Cause everything you do is just seven little words for a shitty excuse
And if I′m a little kid, you're a little man
What′s a seven-letter word for "I'm doing what I can, and I mean it, baby"?
What's a seven-dollar word for "I mean it, boy"? Whoa-oh
Whoa, oh-oh, oh, whoa


Oh, fine time to be on your mind
Good friends are hard to find
Whoa-whoa-whoa, oh-oh, whoa
I could see, but now I′m blind
And good luck is hard to find
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
Don′t wanna grow up old
Don't wanna die alone
Fuck doin′ what you're told, yeah-yeah
Try not to think out loud

Fine time to be on your mind
Good friends are hard to find
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
I could see, but now I′m blind
A good fuck is hard to find
Whoa-whoa-whoa, oh-oh, whoa