(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)

she caught me in the washrooms / i had crayons in my hands

i want to make grafitti / i want to put a little blood / in america's veins

C she said if you want to get down in the dark / i'll come with you

cause i see that natural look in your eyes

she stopped me in the washrooms / i had latex in my hands

i wanna paint the stars and stripe / all over your dress--C

oh water

oh oh water

my blood is not made of water / its not made of apple pie

its made of laughter / its made of laughter

its the heart of america's veins