[Verse 1] I'm in a threesome, red wine and bru Pretty cool, makes me know I'm an animal are you? I've got scars on my brain and some bleeding occured Some freaking holes in my veins just from breathing this world in Looking around didn't see any truth It may be blocked by the neons, cannot see art All I'm seeing is shoes and j**els and other things Cause the marketing kings know the way to stop peons Go shop peons 3D TV, the lead brand, win a trip to the Carribeans So you can smoke in the sand, feel like a poetic man Your life is boring and bland, so why not dream on? Wasting your time, does it not seem wrong? Watch a man smile, guess what kind of crack he's on Why is that homeless guy rambling on? Why do my friends huff gasoline, huh? Why do we eat pigs, but kittens we pamper and love? Why do our leaders don't speak for us Treat foreign lands with a bomb We give them a second term, like it wasn't a problem Our fake enemies have pride so we're happy to rob them of it Our information in the Web's stomach, I'm waiting 'till it vomits And I bet the f**ing feds love it I'm just trying to grasp the sense of it To the inventors of beer, wine and weed You got my thanks for it They're in a threesome in my lungs and stomach My body will hate me tomorrow, but right now it's euphoric And you're just waiting for the chorus to hit You're 'bout to get horribly pissed cause it doesn't exist [Hook] Redwinebeer, redwinebeer, redwinebeer... [Verse 2] I'm in a threesome with my nemesis and his mistress What the hell is my plan? None of your business f** the rich kids, I'm running with misfits Try to use my brain, the motherf**er's telling me it's his I'm outta here, message received The best medicine fed with impressive technique Strutting around like Socrates with lessons to teach Why won't the city notice me? I'm a cellophane creep Heart beats while the melody's bleak My mind is a poem, I'm an elegant freak, you know it Roaming the streets, not known to preach Pastors, psychics and priests, they are phony to me My love story, what is it going to be? I kneel before the drums like Juliette at Romeo's feet Asking myself what is my road and where is it going to lead I want money, cash, fame, though it's horribly cheap But, as you know fate's a comedienne Goddamn, why can't fate be obedient? Listen fate, please stop k**ing my friends Life's a movie, too bad you will never see it again [Hook]