Red Lyrics – Jesse Welles

Read the full Red lyrics by Jesse Welles along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jesse Welles’s music, you can also explore My Billionaire Daddies Are Fighting and This, and not some other way, two other songs by Jesse Welles.

[Verse 1]
I got me a red house and a red car
Runs on big red batteries
It used to be blue 15 minutes ago
But it turned red just for me

I got me a red horse and I ride it
I got some blue friends, they’re the best
We used to fly around the world on a big jet plane
They called the Lolita Express

[Verse 2]

I got me a red tie and it’s 10 feet long
And it matches my red hat
I got me a red bird and a red fish
A red dog and a red cat

And I got me a red pen and I use it
I got a big red chainsaw too
My red friend likes that white powder
It makes his arms do weird salutes

[Chorus 1]
When the war gets here, we’re all gonna hold hands
All the Baptists and the Catholics
All the Marxists and the Fascists
When the war gets here, we’re going get on the level
Everyone looks a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil

[Verse 3]
I had me a red talk on a red day
Looking for a thank you dressed in blue
If you want to win the war, my friend
You know you better wear a suit

I got me a red bulldog technocratic

Bootstrap-tugging buddy
He wrote an elegy for a people
He don’t know and it ain’t funny

[Verse 4]
There’s a deep swamp and I’ll drain it
For my people are in danger
Who would have ever thought the Deep State
Were the National Park rangers

I got me some red pills and a bottle
I got black and blue ones too
All the pills are all the same
The illusion is, you choose

[Chorus 2]
When the war gets here, we’re all gonna hold hands
Oh the cowboys and the hippies
Put away their strange misgivings
When the war gets here, we’re gonna get on the level
Everyone looks a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil

[Verse 5]
When the king’s cut friend and foe
And every nation knows his wrath
When he’s dead in 20 years
We’ll be here and they’ll be back

When we’re all hung out to dry
By our savior technocrats
It won’t matter if you’re neocon
Or MAGA Democrats

[Chorus 1]
When the war gets here, we’re all gonna hold hands
All the Baptists and the Catholics
All the Marxists and the Fascists
When the war gets here, we’re all gonna get on the level
Everyone looks a little bit nicer
When you finally meet the devil