Umphrey's McGee - Red Room lyrics

Strange facination, end of the day Roots are tied and uninspired Two thousand records won't play anymore Always had the time Tape, VCR, news and old ripped picks There's too much red in the room There's too much red There's too much red in the room You seem to always come on over Just a little too soon Your Matchbox cars and plastic guitars And the twelve bar blues brigade You seems to always come on over Just a little too soon Your pocket was torn from a fist from a corpse And the best one's got away The basement's got a smell but I like it that way Obsessive, compulsive, relentlessly frosted TV shows with no conversation Seem to make the time creep slow I'm waiting around from place to place to place There's too much red in the room There's too much red There's too much red in the room You seem to always come on over Just a little too soon Matchbox cars and plasitc guitars And the twelve bar blues brigade It seems to always come on over Just a little too soon Your pocket was torn from a fist from a corpse And the best one's got away