Purple Letra

Wait for a knock at the door. Excuse me, mister

Consumer, you really don't fit
Defacer, you clearly admit, don't you.
Purple terror of the night sky
Friend of unsuspecting eyes. Aren't you.

Six months in the big house, you're clear.
Told them what they wanted to hear.
Mr, can you spare me some food,
A plate, a slice, a forkful will do.

Whose stain the clothes they don't fit, the clothes they
don't the clothes they don't fit.
Whose stain the clothes they don't fit, the streets you will
hit just don't write your name on it