[bad word] Red

I got the razor at my wrist
'cause I can't resist
I've got this fever burnin' fist
That does as I wish
But when I get downtown
And see what's around
I just know there's got to be
better place to be found

Oh, God help me

The [bad word] red and I think I'm dyin'

Well I know [bad word] a day
When my mind would say "Hey are you afraid"
Well all I know is that I been down here tryin'
Well, I'll bleed on trough the night
I suppose I'll be dead by the morinig light
So don't be suprised if you mind when you find me