Purple - Big Scary

You did not get home until 3

Your clothes stained with paint I can see purple, purple

Leave them on your bedroom floor

Wait for a knock at the door.

Excuse me, mister

Consumer, you really don’t fit

Defacer, you clearly admit, don’t you

Purple terror of the night sky

Friend of unsuspecting eyes.

Aren’t you

Six months in the big house, you’re clear

Told them what they wanted to hear

Mr, can you spare me some food

A plate, a slice, a forkful will do

Whose stain the clothes they don’t fit, the clothes they don’t the clothes they

don’t fit

Whose stain the clothes they don’t fit, the streets you will hit just don’t

write your name on it