Color is a Whore

Five feet above you
And coming to the stores,
Color is a whore.

The librarian is old,
Our books are getting warm;
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster,
Like my mother said;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle;
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I see;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I see.

Marching bands are bored;
Swords swallowing a sword.
Color is a whore.

I’m playing with the Dead,
Will retire when I’m ahead
Color is a whore.

I must be a monster
Like my mother says;
Color is a whore.

Like her father was,
Boats floating in a bottle.
Color is a whore.

Girl she sees the colors,
Colors when I see;
Girls she see the colors,
Colors when I see.