You did not get home until 3 Your clothes stained with paint I can see purple, purple Leave them on your bedroom floor Wait for a knock at the door. Excuse me, mister
Consumer, you really don’t fit Defacer, you clearly admit, don’t you. Purple terror of the night sky Friend of unsuspecting eyes. Aren’t you.
Six months in the big house, you’re clear. Told them what they wanted to hear. Mr, can you spare me some food, A plate, a slice, a forkful will do.
Whose stain the clothes they don’t fit, the clothes they don’t the clothes they don’t fit. Whose stain the clothes they don’t fit, the streets you will hit just don’t write your name on it