Paintbox

Your mixing colours
Now let me see
Red! the same again
Planning another catastrophe?
Spreading over the canvas
Look at the mess you make - no no
There's worse to come I fear
I fear it's all too late

Playing with your paintbox, you must be having fun
The blood is running down the wall
In front of everyone (Oh yeah, we can see)
Playing with your paintbox, who gave you such a prize
I don't see any stars and stripes
I do hear screams and cries

Now the world is seeing red
The drummers are enthused
We call it genocide
You call it the right to choose
Must be something you could paint
That would make us smile
Come now try a little harder
Here's bill of human rights

Playing with your paintbox, you must be having fun
The blood is running down the wall
In front of everyone (Oh yeah, we can see)
Playing with your paintbox, who gave you such a prize
I don't see any stars and stripes
I do hear screams and cries

You put some flags among the mess
And call it harmony
Now there's a bloody gorge across the wall
Where a million people used to be
Where will you hang your work
Who will pay to see
A painter with one colour
A blind man? maybe

Playing with your paintbox, you must be having fun
The blood is running down the wall
In front of everyone (Oh yeah, we can see)
Playing with your paintbox, who gave you such a prize
I don't see any stars and stripes
I do hear screams and cries
Playing with your paintbox