Red Skies

I said baby, take a look around He says nothing's worth crying about What to do? What to say? Nothing changes on this side of town White fence, red skies Dead end, blurred lines Black suit, church tie Pray, shoot, bullseye I said baby, there's blood on your hands Shrugs his shoulders then wipe them on his pants What to do? What to say? Nothing changes and you can't go back White fence, red skies Dead end, blurred lines Black suit, church tie Pray, shoot, bullseye Red skies, red skies Go back, go back