wemustlearntoreawakenandkeepourselvesawake

the girl in the red top
waved goodbye to no one at all
she's going places you've never seen
lived a life you wouldn't believe
did things she'll one day regret
did things she'll never forget

her father, a drunk and famous man
her father, the king of the crop
her father, the man who wouldn't stop
the father of the girl in the red top

tears in her eyes, she ducked for cover
shaking and screaming and saying
"this is the only
this is the only thing left"
all around her daylight was graying

one day she'd had enough
puffed her chest out, tried to look proud
closed her eyes and pretended she was tough,
her heart beat growing loud

with all her possessions lying on the ground
the girl in the red top
her pale white skin blinding against the black sky
the girl in the red top
the girl in the red top
let a single tear fall from her glorious eyes
the girl in the red top
did not make a sound

oh, with a murderous glee
she simply refused to flee
"what will become of me?"
she asked, but could not see
"such is the fate of the bourgeoisie"
the crowd said, the crowd said


the flashing lights blinded the block
masses of strangers staring at
the girl in the red top