Jack's Mannequin - bloodshot

Sits in his basement from midnight 'till four
Painting pictures that nobody sees
From his days in the war
The canvas is painted bright red, red
He heats up the shower
He paces the hall
He'll scrub for an hour or more
But he wont get it all
The paint in his fingernail beds

And the hill's still left to climb
It's just so high
And I'm so tired
Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes
The clouds are all on fire
It's just so high
And I'm so tired
Come on look up at the bloodshot sky
The clouds are all on fire
The clouds are all on fire


Someone will understand this.

My eyes have been pretty bloodshot lately.