[Verse 1]

I'm in a threesome, red wine and bru

Pretty cool, makes me know I'm an animal are you?

I've got scars on my brain and some bleeding occured

Some freaking holes in my veins just from breathing this world In, looking around, didn't see any truth

It may be blocked by the neons, cannot see art

All I'm seeing is shoes and jewels and other things

'Cause the marketing kings know the way to stop peons

Go shop peons, 3D TV, the lead brand

Win a trip to the Carribeans, so you can

Smoke in the sand, feel like a poetic man

Your life is boring and bland, so why not dream on?

Wasting your time - does it not seem wrong?

Watch a man smile, guess what kind of crack he's on

Why is that homeless guy rambling on?

Why do my friends huff gasoline, huh?

Why do we eat pigs, but kittens we pamper and love?

Why do our leaders don't speak for us

Treat foreign lands with a bomb

We give them a second term, like it wasn't a problem

Our fake enemies have pride, so we're happy to rob them of it

Our information in the Web's stomach

I'm waiting 'till it vomits and I bet the fucking feds love it

I'm just trying to grasp the sense of it

To the inventors of beer, wine and weed, you got my thanks for it

They're in a threesome in my lungs and stomach

My body will hate me tomorrow, but right now it's euphoric

And you're just waiting for the chorus to hit

You're 'bout to get horribly pissed 'cause it doesn't exist

[Hook]

Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer...

[Verse 2]

I'm in a threesome, with my nemesis and his mistress

What the hell is my plan? None of your business

Fuck the rich kids, I'm running with misfits

Try to use my brain, the motherfucker's, telling me it's his

I'm outta here, message received

The best medicine fed with impressive technique

Strutting around like Socrates with lessons to teach

Why won't the city notice me? I'm a cellophane creep

Heart beats while the melody's bleak

My mind is a poem, I'm an elegant freak, you know it

Roaming the streets, not known to preach

Pastors, psychics and priests, they are phony to me

My love story - what's it going to be?

I kneel before the drums like Juliette at Romeo's feet

Asking myself what is my road and where's it going to lead

I want money, cash, fame, though it's horribly cheap

But, as you know, Fate's a comedienne

Goddamn, why can't Fate be obedient?

Listen, Fate, please stop killing my friends

Life's a movie, too bad you will never see it again

[Hook]

Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer...