if i wanted to i'd write a book
but it would take some time
i'd spend my life writing poetry
thinking of words that have to rhyme
i just haven't got the time
i just haven't got the time

observe
the painted word

the painted word
i just haven't got the time
i can't be bothered to think of words that have to rhyme

take some paint
take some canvas
take a brush
take your colour
show me what you feel
show me what you feel inside

who needs pic*sso?
who needs brecht?
who needs van gogh?
who needs vasarely?
i'll paint what i d*mn well want to

fifteen minutes mr. warhol, fifteen minutes
now?
fifteen minutes
now?
show me what you see
i see a tree, two children and a car
a large sign that says “coca cola”
what colour is the car?
the colour of your dream
what colour is my dream?
orange
can i share my dream?
yes

can't hate
to paint the time