(M—Mitchell; L—DuBois)
she caught me in the washrooms / i had crayons in my hands
i want to make grafitti / i want to put a little blood / in america’s veins
C she said if you want to get down in the dark / i’ll come with you
cause i see that natural look in your eyes
she stopped me in the washrooms / i had latex in my hands
i wanna paint the stars and stripe / all over your dress—C
oh water
oh oh water
my blood is not made of water / its not made of apple pie
its made of laughter / its made of laughter
its the heart of america’s veins
