Lirieke:
The Red Elvises

I'm cutting up her pure white dress That I dyed red, that I dyed red I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets What time erases and memory mocks I'll send

wanna wear my red shoes Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red

town red (Turning the town red) Oh, turning the town red (Turning the town red) Oh, turning the town red (Turning the town red) Oh, turning the town red (Turning the town red

red is the breast of soldier?s tunic hung with a silver medal And red is the thorn that protects the rose, a deeper red than the petal How deep is the red

and now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted, you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red

Vertaling: Elvis Costello. Red Shoes.

Vertaling: Elvis Costello. Red Shoes.

disgusted and now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted, you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red

I'm cutting up her pure white dress That I dyed red That I dyed red I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets What time erases and memory mocks I'll send