You did not get home until three
Your clothes stained with paint I can see purple, purple
Leave them on your bedroom floor
Wait for a knock at the door
Excuse me, mister
Consumer, you clearly don't fit
Defacer, you freely admit
Don't you, don’t you
Purple terror of the night sky
Friend of unsuspecting eyes
Aren't you, aren’t you
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The clothes they don't fit
The clothes they don't fit
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The streets you will hit
Just don't write your name on it
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The clothes they don't
The clothes they don't fit
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The streets you will hit
Just don't write your name on it
Six months in the big house, you're clear
Told them what they wanted to hear
No sir, no sir
Mr, can you spare me some food
A plate, a slice, a forkful will do
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The clothes they don't fit
The clothes they don't fit
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The streets you will hit
Just don't write your name on it
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The clothes they don't
The clothes they don't fit
Whose stain the clothes
They don't fit
The streets you will hit
Just don't write your name on it