Hey Video (MV)

You won't like his, multicolored pants
You won't like his, dirty little dance
Kaleidoscope of colors, long winded rants
Righteous spouts of lava, twisting in her trance

Now the dawn is dripping, rip ragging bull
Why always pushing, when all he wants a pull
Ego in tatters, tangled sheeps wool
Hollow stash is empty, in mirror mirror full

Make me feel alive, dreams explode from within
Than tie me up with words, from a bottle of gin
Pulling the carpet after each lovely sin
Why am I losing when all I did was win

I was born to write the dirt of today
And fly out in rockets lost worlds away
I met my match on Pluto and only managed Hey
I left my orange Backpack full of explosives made of clay

I said Hey