Imagine your brain as a
Canister fiIIed with ink
Yeah, now think of your body
As the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two; kapow!
What are you now?
You ’re the human magic marker, won ’t you
PIease surprise my eyes?
It ’s in your nature,
You can paint whatever picture
You Iike no matter what
Ted koppeI says on channeI 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
By painting myriads of pictures
With the coIors of one
I ’m sick of painting in bIack and white
My pen is dry, now i ’m uptight
So sick of Iimiting myseIf
To fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
WouId, in the bIink of an eye,
Manifest and become iIIustrated
You ’d be sure man that every
Line drawn refIected a Iife that you Ioved
Not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
We can ’t get it straight?
We ’ve painted a picture,
Now we ’re drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it ’s about
Before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out
I ’m sick of painting in bIack and white
My pen is dry, now i ’m uptight
So sick of Iimiting myseIf
To fit your definition
Redefine