Selina Martin I Know Dullness
And I know Dullness, he's a man.
He's got a quiet voice, he's got a soft hand.
He's been following me home.
I will not let him in.
I am hiding from him.
And I can see him, the plain-clothed enemy.
I just met him but he's one of many.
Secret handshakes they've got 'please & thank yous',
And they're sipping tea along with writing mandates.
And I know Dullness. And I know Dullness. Oooh.
And everyone who's on my street. Ba bad a ba ba bad a.
Thinks they work for the police.
It's like a cold war. It's hard to keep score.
Careful mittened fists keep pounding my door.
And I know Dullness. And I know Dullness. Oooh.
He seems like such a nice man,
A secret little sick plan hidden in his eyes and victory
In his smile. Thinks he's gonna celebrate a little more grey.
I can see the brush you paint with oh yeah.
Well I know Dullness, and I know Dullness,
And I know Dullness, yeah I know Dullness.
Don't let him paint a little more grey,
A little more grey, a little more grey...
