Buenas Noches from a Lonely Room

She wore red dresses
With her black shinin' hair
She had my baby
And caused me to care
Then coldly she left me
To suffer and cry
She wore red dresses
And told such sweet lies
I never knew him
But he took her away
And on my knees like a mad man
For vengeance I prayed
While the pain and the anger
Destroyed my weak mind
She wore red dresses
And left the wounded behind
I searched 'til I found them
Then I cursed at the sight
Of their sleepin' shadows
In the cold neon light
In the dark morning silence
I placed the gun to her head
She wore red dresses
But now she lay dead
She wore red dresses