Masquerade
You paint me white
You paint you black
Then scream like hell
That you under attack
You paint you white
You paint me red
Woke on the morn
All my children were dead
You paint me white
You paint you pink
Point a finger
And put up a stink
You paint you white
You paint me blue
Watched the paintbrush
Knew what to do
You think you paint me white
You paint you green¦
But it isn't paint
I threw paint stripper in.
And when the paint had peeled away
I looked, you looked
And we both seemed
gray-ish
