Story Behind The Song
This song just came out of me, like a trance sort of deal.
Song Description
Pretty soon we will run out of a planet that is alive, and to pretend to have a war over anything but the greed for oil money is as rude as it gets.
| Song Length |
2:50 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Folk - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Troubled |
Subject |
Justice, Anti |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Painted Face
Written & Performed by Banford Steven Hill Copyright 2006 Library of Congress Register of Copyrights
BMI Acount # 155663
Intro
Verse
Yes you don't have me in your pocket
And yes that scares you half to death
Cause I'm a screaming jeanie rocket
Sharing all but my last breath
Because I don't fall down on my knees
You'd put a bullet in my brain
But there's an army behind me coming who believe
That what you've done is quite insane
Bridge
You've spilled your poison's in the soil
Killed little children just for oil
That sleeping snakes about to coil
Taking all cool waters to a boil
Verse
There's more at stake here then just money
But you just laugh and think that's funny
Someday the mirror will look back at you
Chorus
And turn your painted face to blue
And turn that your painted face to blue
And turn your painted face to blue
And turn your painted face to blue
And turn your painted painted face to blue