You paint me up in formaldehyde
It sticks so bad I nearly died
I waited till your paint had dried
This stigma makes me want to hide
But Papa said look after your head and
Please don't go to war with yourself
Please don't go to war
They may go to war with you
Pour judgement on your point of view but please don't go to war
No point in fighting you
One person split in two
I could wear multiple disguises
Many hats to hide the head
Beat my bones into submission
Not dare to call myself a friend
But Papa said, look after your head and
Please don't go to war with yourself
Please don't go to war
They may go to war with you
Pour judgement on your point of view but please don't go to war
No point in fighting you
One person split in two
So you can paint me up in yellow, paint me up in blue
Paint me up with your simple point of view
Yeah you can, paint me up in yellow, paint me up in blue
But I'll be scrubbing up in some river new
Cos Papa said look after your head and
Please don't go to war with yourself
Please don't go to war
They may go to war with you
Pour judgement on your point of view but please don't
Please don't go to war with yourself
Please don't go to war
They may go to war with you
Pour judgement on your point of view but please don't, there's
No point in fighting you
One person split in two