Give me the sad song
Give me the lie
Show me a crime that you can’t justify
Sell me that snake oil
Sell me the wind
Sell me the ‘bless me Father for I have sinned'

I’ll be the blot on your copybook
The blood in the streets
The lipstick on your collar
The chalk in the streets
The run of mascara from a walk in the rain
If you think that you’re rid of me
Well honey I stain

I was a blank page
I was a start
An easy ride and a vagabond heart
Oh I was something
Just not enough
You likеd your hands free for other stuff

I’ll be the blot on your copybook
Thе blood in the streets
The lipstick on your collar
The chalk in the streets
The run of mascara from a walk in the rain
If you think that you’re rid of me
Well honey I stain
I got lost somewhere between
The charcoal dust and nicotine

Oh was it worth it
All that you lost
All that whitewashing had to some at a cost
So put your hand out
Flag down a year
So long pretending and then ending up here

Honey I stain
Honey I stain
Honey I stain
Honey I stain
Honey I stain