Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whore Paint, artist - Hell In the Club. Album song Devil on My Shoulder, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 02.11.2014
Record label: Scarlet
Song language: English
Whore Paint |
Hey now! |
I want to paint my face in black and white |
The white for the drugs, the blacks for the lies |
And I say hey hey don’t you think I’m crazy don’t you think I’m… |
Hey now! |
Tonight I want to paint my hands with red |
Cause I feel so murderous and twisted |
Motherfucking twisted — motherfucking twisted and I say… |
I ain’t the devil but I’m learning all his habits |
One colour for each way I feel all the colours of my heart are real |
Yeah! |
I never go to war without my stains, my stripes, my whore paint |
A daily declaration — war and plunder, my good intentions are now six feet under |
Oooh! |
I will be painting off my old mistakes with blood |
Hey yeah! |
Today I’ll paint my body with stripes of blue |
Cyan-ide tones for my wasted joy, dark blue for the sadness, uneasy gladness |
Hey yeah! |
What is the colour that you hate the most? |
I’ll choose that just to show how much I love you, hey, you wished me… |
To love you? |
I ain’t the devil but I’m learning all his habits |
One colour for each way I feel all the colours of my heart are real |
Yeah! |
I never go to war without my stains, my stripes, my whore paint |
A daily declaration — war and plunder, my good intentions are now six feet under |
Oooh! |
I will be painting off my old mistakes with blood |
If you walk with a clown you will have some fun |
If you walk with me… You’d better start to run! |
Yeah! |
I will be painting off your ignorance with blood, my whore paint |
The day will come when you’ll stop examining me |
You wanna know who I am? |
Just take a look at my war paint and you will |
See that for yourself, no more questions, no more self-righteous words |
So don’t talk to me anymore… 'cause I am the devil! |
Hey now! |
Tonight I’ll paint your face with shades of green |
You’re a big fat snail who’s bursting with envy, green envy, sick envy |
I ain’t the devil but he told me how to do it |
One colour for each way I feel all the colours of my heart are real |
Yeah! |
I never go to war without my stains, my stripes, my whore paint |
A daily declaration — war and plunder, my good intentions are now six feet under |
Oooh! |
I will be painting off my old mistakes with blood |