The curse of small desires is easily acquired
It’s time to set your gasoline heart on fire

Kill your demons—kill them dead
In your mirror
In your bed
In your heart
In your head
Don’t you look good in red?

Slay your devils—kill them all
Take your throne
Paint the walls
And if you make it out alive, hold that bloodied head up high

Don’t you look good in red?

Is there more beyond those plains?
You cut your hair and changed your name
Left a note as you escaped: “To thine own self be true”
But there was no gold in those hills—no platinum in those pretty pills
Just werewolves tossing dollar bills and the wine-dark sea of Malibu

The curse of small desires is easily acquired
It’s time to set your gasoline heart on fire

Kill your demons—kill them dead
In your mirror
In your bed
In your heart
In your head
Don’t you look good in red?

Slay your devils—kill them all
Take your throne
Paint the walls
And if you make it out alive, hold that bloodied head up high

Don’t you look good in red?

No one is coming to save you
Swing the sword you made with the pain they gave you like that pain is gonna save you

Kill your demons—kill them dead
In your mirror
In your bed
In your heart
In your head
Don’t you look good in red?