I wish I could pick up a vice to cope with these volatile moods I guess cigarettes and coffee just don't kill me like you do Every time I comb my hand through my hair, half of it comes loose You were looking at your feet when I was looking for an excuse So I'll roll up my right sleeve And hope that I don't seize 'Cause my left arm's numb and everything tastes like Reds Like Reds Like Reds Yeah, you fucked me up way more than anything else could have ♪ Yeah, you are the tar in my In my veins, in my taste, and on my breath Another day, another dose has got me feeling comatose now (More cigarettes, more cigarettes) And nothing you could say or do or I don't even know is gonna cut it ('Cause everything tastes like Reds) Now that the withdrawal has kicked in and I'm just begging for one more hit Just one more hit Just one more Everything tastes like Reds Like cigarettes Like Reds Like Reds Yeah, you fucked me up way more than anything else could have Like Reds Like Reds Yeah, you fucked me up way more than anything else could have