Colour me

I want to white wash my skin
I want to white wash my brain
I want to abandon kin
I want traditionalist refrain

I want materialistic stress
For nature I don’t care less
I want violence in my eyes
I want to be a body of lies

I want war and destruction
I want to live under suppressive instruction
I want zero tolerance for fellow kind
I want the media to blow up my mind

I love to walk the streets of trash
I love to white wash cash
Money white washed me
White man surely did set the free world free

By their white wash ways
Washed away darker days
Now we’re all fresh,
The scent of whiteness in our dark flesh

Its white wash posh
A white wash mush
With our white nose, powdered and crystal
With our bling bling telephone ring
With our instant white wash install
With our brains fried, wired, results of a white wash fling

Our canned white food,
Puts us in a fat white mood
Our plastic fantastic, consumer acquainted spastic
Our white wash plans, took the world by storm

Our children white washed born
Now were all white, with sight in a white washed night.
Yes, but now, I want to white wash the white away
Buts its time to go and I want to stay.