Livin' in the Red

Dancing Jimmy got a place on the floor

He sleeps at the foot of the stairs

He likes to talk about Carnegie Hall

But dancing Jimmy has never been there

He's just a castaway in this city

A shell of someone we used to know

He wants a lot, but he doesn't want pity

Ah he really needs a home

He's livin' in a war zone

Livin' in a war zone



Down the street there's a mixed up man



In a wig and a red satin dress



Memphis vice in an unmarked car

Looking for someone to arrest

Out on the front we need someone to lead us

Someone who can love through the hate

We need somebody who's just like Jesus

He better come before it's too late

Livin' in a war zone

Livin' in a war zone

Livin' in a war zone