I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

And it's beginning to get to me That I know more of the stars and sea Than I do of what's in your head Barely touching in our cold bed They're always fighting with aching joints It's doing nothing but tire us out No one knows what this fight's about We

Get some colours on Now I don't care what you dress like or what you wear But please make sure baby, you've got some colours in there Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white But you're no girlfriend of mine if you're doing that right

I want to see your face in every kind of light And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make In fields of dawn and forests of the night What are you doing the rest of your life? North and South and

She likes it my way, my way, My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it Ooh, Ooh, Hey Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing

Tell 'em to take out their tongues It's not you it's them that are wrong And doing what they're told You push my faith near being lost But we'll stick to the guns Don't care if it's marketing suicide We won't crack or compromise Your derisory divides

Come on, my little ruin You're better than they are But I'm not gonna stand aside And watch them tear you up No, I'm not 'Cause you're better than they are And I can't say it enough That's enough What are you doing

Woah, ah, oh, you're my clean white love Woah, ah, oh, you're too clean white love What are you doing? What you doing? What ya doing to me? What are you doing to my head? I give my heart on the morning of November 6th Oh, everybody's looking for a fix I

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast

(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there Flaking and perpetrating but scared to kick reality Man, you been doing all this dope producing You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is So what you want me to do?