Paint Old St Black

Can't be arsed to dress up no more I'm a boring bastard You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet I wanna paint old street black I'm gonna take it back Back to wearin' the leather, grey clouds and shitty weather Fuck colour, fuck all of summer Wanna fuck all your smiling faces Infesting places like unwanted races Can't be arsed to dress up no more I'm a boring bastard You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet I wanna paint you black This herd of sheep, a gathering of the weak I'll be the butcher and the decorator, dictator To those who oppose what rose from nowhere Can't be arsed to dress up no more I'm a boring bastard You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet Can't be arsed to dress up no more (anymore) You run all the colour from my collar Down my legs to my steady feet I wanna paint old street black I'm gonna paint you black Let's take it back