entangled in a political thread my horizon was burning red skies across the system no limits tonight she said all red carpets must burn some day here you walk in theme there they call your name sexy economical love machine I tried to escape from her body she moved faster and grooved oh heaven my skin was melting when she went down on me all red carpets must burn some day the next day in the papers naked on the floor the pictures, the scandal committing suicide - the only way out