In every car that passes me on the street 

I search for the particular face 
The lipstick trembles under boomlights 
The lipstick my own brothers only trace 

Was the birthday birthday ashtray 
Carried all along this way now 
It was a gift from my little sister 
On the very same day they took her away 

And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now 
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head 
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now 
All your dreams are cherry red inside 

In Hollywood I got the phone call 
That made my heart and my limosine stall 
Falling down in the hotel hall again 
Little [bad word] from the Warners' Christmas ball 
Cut by love and cut by switchblade 
He's been gone nearly half a decade 
Cut by love and cut by switchblade 
He's been gone nearly half a decade 

I still remember my brother 
I see his face on the billboards 
And the polaroids that stayed on my pillow 'til they faded 

And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now 
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head 
And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now 
All your dreams are cherry red inside

And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now 
All your dreams are cherry red inside your head 

And it's painted cherry red, cherry red now 
All your dreams are cherry red inside