Analog Kid - Paint It Blacker lyrics

[Intro: Spoken] Oi! Oi! What you f**ing doing? That's my car mate Seriously stop doing that man Oi! Come on, that's my car bro Right, give me that f**ing can, give me that f**ing brush you c*nt Give me that f**ing can Oi! Come back here [Verse 1: Plan B] Once upon a time there was a guy called Mick Who was walking down the street one day and just switched So many pretty colours made him sick So he bought a can of paint and a brush to paint blick All the whips that he pa**ed that were parked on the street And all the front doors on the yards full of peeps, all the cars and the jeeps That were black, he leaves The paint in his can For the reds and the greens And the ones in between, like purple and brown You could paint on them straight, not circle around He weren't happy till he saw them blacked out Had a look on his eyes like he was cracked out Looking macked out with a trench coat and his back slouched Paint black out, and leave everything as black now Not leaving even one stone unturned He remember sh** turns black when it burns, so he burns All the leaves and the trees in the park That are marked with "I was here and so was Mark" inside a heart Engraved by kids bunking school in the park, young love They thought they'd be together for eternity But the flame went out like these burning trees That are now the colour Mick wants to see: Charcoal Black with a capital B [Chorus: The Rolling Stones] I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes [Verse 2: Plan B] Mick sees the girls walk by in the summer clothes For a split second his darkness goes But it ain't long till he's back in his darkest mould And the darkness grows He turns his head back So he can paint black the red rose He snatched from the bush that is black 'Cause he painted that with a brush in his hand And the paint in his can that is now on the van Eight cars and two jeeps that are parked on the street And all the front doors in the yard full of peeps A dead green seagull by his feet that is turning blue Makes him weep Tears start streaming down his cheek As they fall from his chin onto the beak Of the bird that is laying in the gutter of the street By the kerb Something's going on, something deep and absurd inside of Mick's head Why does he care so much? Give a sh** that it's dead? I guess we'll never know What's up with this tortured soul Painting sh** black As he turns a dead seagull that from front to back [Chorus 2: The Rolling Stones] No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black [Verse 3: Plan B] Everything is black now Even the dogs and the cats now Dogs bark, cats miaow But Mick just won't back down He wants to paint the city And everything inside it All the girls that are looking pretty And all the men that tried it With them. If he had his way he'd paint the whole of bricks And he's sick in the head, ain't nothing gonna calm him down Motherf**er's gone barmy now The only thing that could stop him is the army now Take away his paint can and disarm him now Hold on, wait, said he was calming down Looking at something sticking out the ground In the cemetery Underneath a tree that he just didn't see before Or Maybe he saw it Before but just ignored it Anyhow, now he's walking towards it Minus the can and a brush 'cause as soon as he saw it He dropped that sh** in a rush man, all of it 'Cause he was so in awe of it So in awe of this hefty new grave Engraved with the name Ruby Tuesday A natural beauty, no Oil of Ulay needed to make it shine like a new day But not today 'Cause she's dead Laying in a hole in the floor instead Being alive and looking live and red From what guys have said Being live in bed And alive at head Holy sh**! What the f**? Mick's eyes are full of tears Head looks like it's gonna bust. He sees a bus and starts to rush towards it Past the line of hearses in the street On the way to put somebody six feet deep In the dirt He wishes it was him, can't deal with the hurt Even when he jacks up 'cause the d** don't work They just make it worse And time is something that he can't reverse So he looks at the Sun then runs towards it Straight into the road We're on the 58 bus, the driver's floored it, 'cause he don't know Mick's about to come out of nowhere So when he hits Mick it's all over so they're left lying on the floor As a tortured soul bre's Body all tortured up but no soul there [Chorus 3: The Rolling Stones] I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love, both never to come back If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me before the morning comes [Scratches by Beni G]