Lyrics
Can't be arsed to dress up no more
I'm a boring bastard
You run all the colour from my collar
Down my legs to my steady feet
I wanna paint old street black
I'm gonna take it back
Back to wearin' the leather, grey clouds and shitty weather
Fuck colour, fuck all of summer
Wanna fuck all your smiling faces
Infesting places like unwanted races
Can't be arsed to dress up no more
I'm a boring bastard
You run all the colour from my collar
Down my legs to my steady feet
I wanna paint you black
This herd of sheep, a gathering of the weak
I'll be the butcher and the decorator, dictator
To those who oppose what rose from nowhere
Can't be arsed to dress up no more
I'm a boring bastard
You run all the colour from my collar
Down my legs to my steady feet
Can't be arsed to dress up no more (anymore)
You run all the colour from my collar
Down my legs to my steady feet
I wanna paint old street black
I'm gonna paint you black
Let's take it back