(The) Harvey Danger Database

If I had a heart
Then it could bleed
And if I played guitar
Still wouldn’t be Lou Reed
And it’s deep red

I can’t be framed
I’m working for him
And I’m fine that you’re sayin’
Fall back to him
You’d steal them
And it makes me red

If I were a boxer
I’d know how to spar
It’s the oil on the carpet
That sells the car, friend

If you’re gonna seek
I won’t bother to hide
No, that’s not a book in your hand
It’s a TV Guide
You were well read
And it makes me red
Yeah, it makes me red

Incarnadine
Car to dine
Make the multitudinous seas
Turn red as my face¹
You ironic killjoy

Stock response
Memorized inflection
Some have libraries
Your autograph collection
Countless

Confess all your privilege
Looks like a train
I diagnose your pop culture brain
It’s so dead…
And it makes me red
Yeah, it makes me red

Incarnadine
Car to dine
Make the multitudinous seas
Turn red as my face
You ironic killjoy

Incarnadine
Car to dine
I could close my eyes
But it’s just so wrong
Before I just go blind as you
If you can’t help it
And if I were you
I don’t know how
I’d black out from the shadow
You look red as my face
You ironic killjoy

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1. Macbeth, Act 2, Scene 2: Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas in incarnadine, making the green one red. ↩