There floats a phantom
On this slum's foul air
A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing
into the spectre of endless plight
face to reshape, vanity fleeting

(chorus)
Red handed, red handed
Night dismembers
Red handed, red handed
Fight to remember

Another's life is racked with shame
Another lie still sounds the same
Feeding fuels of unkept fires
Wallow in your private mire

(2nd chorus)
Into the spectre
Of endless plight
You'd like a face to reshape
But there's no sense
In fleeing
You're caught red handed
Red handed

Red handed, Red handed ...

There floats a phantom
On this slum's foul air
A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing
into the spectre of endless plight
face to reshape, vanity fleeing

Another's eyes open in vain
Another cry muffled with pain
Feeding fuels of unkept fires
Fall lifeless in your self made mire

(chorus)

- Rozz Willia