Who turned your red eyes blue?
Turned your head askew
Obscured the view
Like a dogbane muse
Turned your red eyes blue
Like hunted caribou
They're seducing you
Like Pepé le Pew
Like a dogbane muse
They sat you next to the knave
Your father spins in his grave
For the nod that you gave
For the power they crave
That's down to you