There's a fat man who offers a change of scene
Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean
When I get on the outside

But who can you trust when the walls have ears
I'm for takin' a chance, like a drownin' man
I'm going under


I've got reds in my bed
I'm not easily led to the slaughter

And while the cold war exists
I'll stay warm with the commisar's daughter


We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams
In a prison of steel
He reminds me so much of the way I feel

And we know that we're both in the danger zone
Where the eyes of the world
Full of shutters and bugs are upon us now


I've got reds in my bed
I get blues looking out of my window

And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone
And my pillow


Let me go home
(There's a girl in a distant land)
Let me go home

(Who's nothing more than a memory)
She don't know that I'm gonna be free
Let me go home

(You're a land full of misery)
Let me go home
(You're a cruel and a faceless race)

I don't like your philosophy
I don't like your philosophy


The connections are made and the time is right
So my body is walled in the shell of a car
in the dead of night

And I laugh through the pain and the agony
As they cut me away to be born again
back to humanity


You've got reds in your bed
There's a man lookin' over your shoulder

But don't you give him your mind
It's too late when you find that it's over
You!


Let me go home
(You're a land full of misery)

Let me go home
(You're nothing more than a memory)
I don't like your philosophy

Let me go home
(You're a cruel and a faceless race)
Let me go home

(You're nothing more than a memory)
I don't like your philosophy