you did not get home until three your clothes stained with paint i can see purple purple leave them on your bedroom floor wait for a knock at the door excuse me mister consumer you clearly don t fit defacer you freely admit don t you purple terror of the night sky friend of unsuspecting eyes aren t you whose stain the clothes they don t fit the clothes they don t the clothes they don t fit whose stain the clothes they don t fit the streets you will hit just don t write your name on it six months in the big house you re clear told them what they wanted to hear no sir mister can you spare me some food a plate a slice a forkful will do whose stain the clothes they don t fit the clothes they don t the clothes they don t fit whose stain the clothes they don t fit the streets you will hit just don t write your name on it