Tonight We're Meat

Painted it white
Painted it white
Red, sore and black at the core
I painted it white
There’s a street in your name
A street in your name
Short avenue
The houses are blue
Street in your name
Everything was rented
Every dime was spent and the Fire was stoked
From inseam to hem I am a dying specimen
The local joke
I’m a tramp
Everybody rides my ramp
Tonight I’m meat
Straight to your head
Straight to your head
Nobody noticed the cause of the change
Straight to your head
It was a limited run
A limited run
Turn off the lights
Lock up the place when you’re done