(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)

she caught me in the washrooms i had crayons in my hands

i want to make grafitti i want to put a little blood in america's veins

C she said if you want to get down in the dark i'll come with you

cause i see that natural look in your eyes

she stopped me in the washrooms i had latex in my hands

i wanna paint the stars and stripe all over your dress--C

oh water

oh oh water

my blood is not made of water its not made of apple pie

its made of laughter its made of laughter

its the heart of america's veins