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 taking a chance
like a drowning 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 commissar'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
Let me go home
She don't know that I'm gonna be free
Let me go home
Let me go home
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
I've got reds in my bed
there's a man looking 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
Let me go home
I don't like your philosophy
Let me go home
Let me go home
I don't like your philosophy
Let me go home
Let me go home
