Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa
He said things, he said things
He shouldn't have said
He should've kept his mouth shut
Cleared his head
He lost his cool
Got lazy instead
Now me and Chevez
We're waiting in his bed
Paint the town
Change the names on the graves
Paint the town
Darling none of that black magic will save you now
Take your bow
Think about the future
Think about the future
Think about the future
Where you gonna be?
Think about the future
Where do you see yourself?
Lying in the sun?
Sitting in the sand?
Or kneeling and kissing the rings on some fool's hands?
Paint the town
Change the names on the graves
Paint the town
Darling none of that black magic will save you now
Take your bow
Think about the future
Think about the future.