Drain the colour out of my eyes
And pray that I don't go blind
You can use the blues and paint the skies
Watch the colours come back when day turns to night
Cut the blood flow up to my brain
Not likely to use it today
You can watch my head shrivel up like a grape
That's alright I didn't really wanna paint any pictures anyways
Steal the sole out of my shoes
Pray it don't give me the blues
That's the kind of thing you'd read on the evening news