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
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 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
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 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