lyrics

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 Gina might
upon her opening night
Fiery red I give my mom
my dad transparent he is gone
my sisters I give black and white
and guy I hate well fuck 'em bright
my friends gets shades of blue
and ginger green to you

And so the hounding begins a sudden crack on the shins whip stinging
say oh hello
you look like someone I know while sniggering up your sleeve a kid
a joke just like wee guys in a schoolyard aged five the baddest honcho
alive track down your friends to a bar over steps in a car say that's
a pretty excuse makes mine a pinapple juice bugbears are plenty round
here give him a clip on the ear says dad infront of tv decide channel
randomly I feel something coming on a funny turn or a wrong made
causally 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