night's disguise Sunday morning Baby, I'm your alibi Sunday morning I arrive Through the dark and night's disguise Sunday morning Baby, I'm your alibi
one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red
when you close your eyes That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots As the truth hits your ears begin to cry "Why Is
on my hands a?Cause I put down the money and I made up the plan Blue eyes White lies Straight teeth and a crooked soul Let the red blood and the green