There’s a man in red right outside your door
You know he’s there, and what he’s waiting for
He stands in the shadows, hiding from the light
You never seem to catch his face in the dark
His left slender hand is raised like a greeting to a friend
In his right he is holding a paper and a pen
The words on the deed contains everything you’ve done
Your name is all that’s missing on the final dotted line
Take that pen and sign your name
You have played the red mans game
He is here to collect your name
Sign your name sign your name
Before your eyes you see your life with alcohol and whores
And all the petty things you bound your existence to adore
The run has been in the fast lane to the limit of your desire
On a road that has been tiled with rock’n roll and fire
He hands you the paper, you willingly accept
You know where you’re going; it’s time to pay the debt
It’s just another ride with the red dressed man
It’s just another ride with your number one fan