Imagine your brain as a   Canister filled with ink   Yeah, now think of your body   As the pen where the ink resides   Fuse the two, kapok   What are you now?   You're the human magic marker, won't you   Please surprise my eyes?      It's in your nature   You can paint whatever picture   You like no matter what   Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight   So modify this third rock from the sun   By painting myriads of pictures   With the colors of one      I'm sick of painting in black and white   My pen is dry, now I'm uptight   So sick of limiting myself   To fit your definition      I'm sick of painting in black and white   My pen is dry, now I'm uptight   So sick of limiting myself   To fit your definition      Picture the scene   Where whatever you thought   Would, in the blink of an eye   Manifest and become illustrated   You'd be sure man that every   Line drawn reflected   A life that you loved   Not an existence that you hated      So, must we demonstrate that   We can't get it straight?   We've painted a picture   Now we're drowning in paint   Lets figure out what the fuck it's about   Before the picture we painted   Chews us up and spits us out      I'm sick of painting in black and white   My pen is dry, now I'm uptight   So sick of limiting myself   To fit your definition      I'm sick of painting in black and white   My pen is dry, now I'm uptight   So sick of limiting myself   To fit your definition      What, what   What, what   What, what   What, what   Redefine      I'm sick of painting in black and white   My pen is dry, now I'm uptight   So sick of limiting myself   To fit your definition      So, must we demonstrate that   We can't get it straight?   We've painted a picture   Now we're drowning in paint   Lets figure out what the fuck it's about   Before the picture we painted   Chews us up and spits us out