Hamell On Trial Pretty Colors
There was nothing happening, I went down to Nick’s
His girl was there, I said, “How’s tricks?”
She picked up her guitar, she played one of her licks
It went like this:
She said, “Nick went to the store,”
Gripping her guitar she played a little more
She opened up her pocketbook, medicine galore
I reached in.
Well, hey
Look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones
Look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones
Look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too
I could take 3, or I could take 5
I could take 20 and I'd barely be alive
My daddy had a hankering
For the little one that’s blue
I asked her her name, she said it was Mandy
She asked if I liked head, I told her it was dandy
When I ate her pussy, it tasted like candy
It tasted good
I lost track of time, longer than an hour
She was cool and beautiful, kinda like a flower
She said I had to leave, she had to take a shower
I stole her purse…
Hey, hey
Look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones
Look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones
Look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too
Some of them are black, some of them are brown
Some of them are ups, some of them are downs
I put them in the blender ‘cause I like to f..ck around
It’s true
Nodding leaving Nick’s, I guess I went too far
I was way too high, then I stole a car
Just like Jerusalem, following a star
I felt good
I smashed that car, ‘cause the radio sucked
I tried every station, and they all were f..cked
The car’s in the river, and it’s shit out of luck
I stuck out my thumb
I got picked up, I could tell the girl was rich
20 years younger, in a Lexus, life’s a bitch
She asked me for a f..ck, I asked her what’s the hitch?
She just laughed…
She said her man was selfish and cruel
Cheating on her, she went out to get some fuel
Gonna screw somebody ugly as a mule
I’d do the trick
When the sun comes up and it’s time to hit the sack
I used to have a job but I’m never goin’ back
Them corporate f..cks, they don’t know jack
Watch ‘em die
Look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones
Look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones
Look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too
Take them in 4’s, take them in 3’s
Take them by the dozen, don’t mean shit to me
Take them when you ain’t got
Nothing better to do
Pretty colors
Pretty colors
Pretty colors
Hey, hey, hey
