I dedicate a colour to
My dearest friends and family who
So solemnly and nicely dressed
Come visit me, I must confess
I feel like Gena might
Upon her opening night
And so the hounding begins
A sudden crack on the shins
Whip stinging say oh hello
You look like someone I know
Fiery red I give my mom While sniggering up your sleeve, a kid a joke just like we
My dad transparant he is gone Guys in a schoolyard aged five, the baddest honcho alive
My sisters I give black and white Track down your friends to a bar, trace over steps in a car
And guys I hate well fuck ’em bright Say that’s a pretty excuse, make mine a pineapple juice
My friends get shades of blue Bugbears are plenty round here, give him a clip on the ear
And ginger green to you Says dad infront of TV, decide channel randomly
I feel something coming on
A funny turn or a wrong
Decision made casually
Like dad infront of the TV
Regurgitation and goo
Ten squillion eyes watch as you
Put up a pretty good fight
On this your opening night
On this your opening night
On this your opening night
On this your opening night
On this your opening night