The clouds were mutilated by the rockets ripping through, so the sky was black then glittery red. Cinderella lost her shoe, and Dorothy danced on crunchy glass barefoot, until she knew her feet were glittery red like cinderella's painted shoes. One more shoe won't do, my friend, one more shoe won't do. Glittery red, the wisdom falls with rockets ripping through. The clouds fell down. Like novacaine they numbed the frozen ground. Glittery red, the teeth of the dead were gravel under you. And then you danced so they could chew you barefoot til you knew. Your feet were glittery red, then gone with rockets ripping through. One more shoe won't do, my friend. One more shoe won't do. Glittery red, the wisdom falls with rockets ripping through.