Red Runner, Red Runner

There was a red line running up and down my blues,
from top to bottom,
and if I looked real hard,
from left to right, and right to left,

maybe this was what they meant when they said vertical integration,
surely, this was it,

It was bleeding through my pages,
and my mines,
and then my minds,
my mind, I mean

And when it pricked me like a needle, I stood upright,
and at attention,
just like they had asked me to do unsuccessfully,
so many years before,

this was surely vertical integration,
surely, this was the attention to detail they were mentioning

There was all this hearsay,
and then there was theresay,

there,
I said it,
I still had this blood in my ledger,
a crimson little streak,
a mean streak,
you might say,

you might,
while standing up and standing right