Album: Pubic Fruit

The Colour Hurts

You think of no-one but yourself
You see the rest of us as fools
You think of no-one but yourself
You see the rest of us as fools
He said, don't feel guilty
Don't go crazy, don't get, paranoid with me
You play the prophet like a man
It makes no sense in the overall master plan
She said, don't feel guilty
Don't go crazy, don't get, paranoid with me
[--rap--]
You can't push your luck now
You can't push your luck now
Don't go crazy
Don't feel, feel, feel
Don't get, get, get
[--rap--]
Ten little girls come out to play
They don't stand a chance, and got blown away
Say it isn't so
Ten little boys come out to play
They don't stand a chance, and got blown away
Say it isn't so
Nine little girls got blown away
No, no, no, no
They didn't even have their own place to stay
Say it isn't so
Nine little boys got blown away
No, no, no, no
They didn't even have their own place to stay
Say it isn't so
[--rap--]