The Painters Ball

Your fingers are dirtier since the last time i saw you
But who am i to talk mine aren't that clean!
Your tongue is stickier, the king size skins are wet
But its not as if you're ready to prove anything yet..

CHORUS
Cos what is left to show us all
Now your voice is hollow when you call
Your bottom lip sticks just before you stall
What do you think we're saying when you fall?
Or do you care? Do you care at all?
Or is it just another lost forgotten call?
Or just another night at The Painters Ball?

Your jackets real expensive but she worries where its from
I still pretend that i dont care cos the colour suits well
You are the victim and everyday i push the habit
That drives you forward keeping you always at it

CHORUS

Keep a note of what you're gonna tell them when your caught
It always sounds so good up there but toxicated may prevent you from giving that last final speech
Your Oscars' on its way
But are you straight enough to pick it up today?

CHORUS

Its a family thing, i'm rolling on your wing
Its a family thing, i'm rolling on your wing
Its not surprising at all
That we're dancing together at the Painters Ball