I am not a believer
In legendary appartus
Pull the poultry [poetry?] receiver
What's your function? What's your status?
You look so superstitious
Stole a sofa bed from Penney's
Hate it so nutritious
Can I have some? You can't have any!
Chorus:
The color is green
The color of the machine
How obscene
It was the color machine
Rubber-quilted nightmare
Haunts you all of the daytime
You're never alone
Buried in your paranoia
Wrapped in plastic and velvet
Drink away your depression
Temporary solution
But at least it's a solution
CHORUS
CHORUS
(fade out)