Red Habits
Based on the book The Handmaid's Tale, by Margaret Atwood

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I hear you calling, I see you mourning
But I am just like you
Lying in the dust
Punished for my lust for life
Feeling for the swell
Hoping that the well isn't dry

(chorus)
The pulse of the man put the woman in her
Bright red habit
The pulse of the man took the woman from her
Bright red habit
Naked to the waist
Tired from the chase
Throwing in the race
In the coldest hour
In her coldest hour

In the fearsome night I could walk up to his room
In the circles of the searchlights I could touch his skin
Tempted by the warmth
Hungry for the torn and discarded
Crying for the past
Waiting for the last revision


Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Anything I can't know
Tell me...
Anything you know


I'm stepping gingerly through the barbed wire
I graze it closely enough to see my blood
Pouring from the wound
Thinking that soon I'll surrender
Beaten to the core
Knowing that the sores won't heal

chorus

© 2001 Jicama Salad Company (BMI)
lyrics reprinted by permission