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