So through the city I walked
Saying, "Hope you enjoy your stay"
Along the cobblestone I gaze
And there, the psychic trees
"Welcome to the city streets," they say
"Hope you enjoy your stay"
I really want to paint the city
And I think that I'll mix
Take lots of grays and blacks
Bash it up against the wall
I really want to paint the city
I think I'll bash the paint
Bash it up against the wall
Bash the painting against the wall
Cardboard houses, up and down
A corridor extending outward
There's a building spitting on the one