I have a red room
Down the end of the hall
It’s quiet and warm in there
My crimson red room
At the end of the hall
It’s when you’ll find me where
I have a black pipe
In that red room
It’s resting upon a table
It’s always there
Waiting for me
Even when I am unable
You can sneer
At my blood red room
Please go ahead and scoff
I’ll be smoking
My pipe in there
And you can just *******