International Criminal - Colours Lyrics

Colours - i bet you're thinking that they don't matter
But everywhere you look you see the rainbow shattered
White or black nail your colours to the mast
The dead hand of the past is gonna smack ya in the ass
The people that we stole my whole country from were red
But we gave them smallpox blankets and now they're mostly dead
And we sleep in our beds with the blood that we shed
Painting crimson nightmares in our pink and white heads
My teeth ain't all that white just like my soul ain't only white
Half my piano keys are white but then the other half are black
And THAT is the half that my hands like to smash
With my fingertips stained brown and black from nicoteine and hash
That's the last vice to go I'm taking it slow and low, slow and low
Cause that IS the tempo
And here I go again getting off of the subject
I digress and you love it you can't get enough of it
If not then why the hell are you still here? still lending me both your ears
Waiting on the next rhyme hangin on on every line
Everytime I put my pen to paper which is off-white by the way
Cause I recycle by the way and man before it's too late
Restate your assumptions cause the world is turnin grey
And it's getting greyer every single f*cking day
Green's for the unclean unless you're talkin about money
'Cause there's always a way to buy your way to somewhere sunny
Vacation in some developing nation where the natives are probably some shade of brown
And dying in deprevation
While you sit your white ass on their white palmy beach
Trying to attain that perfect tan that's always just out of reach
Cause you're a leech and leeches are black like the black of your heart
Where your soul used to before you sold it to put black oil in your car
Black oil for green money

Black oil for green money
Green trees for black roads
Starvin black children with swolen tummies
That's funny cause africa's filled with yellow gold
Every single colour of the rainbow is a metaphor
For rich and for poor for peace and for war
Not anymore, we can't ignore
A metaphor

Now I live in Spain, and it don't rain on the plains
And half the coast is ruined just so they can entertain
German tourists and the forests were cut down long ago
All those green trees destroyed to build a bunch of boats to fill with gold
Purple robed kings and queen's plundered foreign shores
To pay for their wars turnin once rich countries poor
Whoring for an empire grey smoke from the fires
Who knows how many dead screaming burning on the pyres
Yellow like a coward mellow hiding in their towers
Devoured by corrupting power in their final hour
Sour goes my mouth when I think of all the hopes
Of those poor people dashed and don't forget the pope
With that stupid white beanie what the hell is he hiding?
Maybe a botched lobotomy - that's why he's always smiling
How else could he stand the red blood on his hands
Of the millions killed through history buy that f*cking church man?!

Black oil for green money
Green trees for black roads
Starvin black children with swolen tummies
That's funny cause africa's filled with yellow gold
Every single colour of the rainbow is a metaphor
For rich and for poor for peace and for war
Not anymore, we can't ignore
A metaphor
Black oil for green money
Green trees for black roads
Starvin black children with swolen tummies
That's funny cause africa's filled with yellow gold
Every single colour of the rainbow is a metaphor
For rich and for poor for peace and for war
Not anymore, we can't ignore
A metaphor