Lyrics Paint It Black

Paint It Black

Ghosts

We rattle chains.

And we question how we were trained.

We speak words profane.

We'll be banging pots and pans until you understand.

We're following a different plan.

Tried to live the good life.

I just wasn't good enough.

Tried to live the simple life.

I wasn't simple enough.

Tried to live the high life but I couldn't get high enough.

We won't let you forget.