There’s nothing new around the sun
Everything you think of has been done;
All been done before your time;
Sometime or another
By someone and his brother, yeah...

From the [bad word] the flower
Butterfly for just an hour;
But it burns ecstatic fire,
The kind of life we all desire..
Desire...fire....

White is the colour of night
When there's nobody there, 
And you sit in your chair,
Getting [bad word] on despair.

Red is the colour it's said 
That can drive you insane 
With pleasure or pain...
It depends on your head.

Brown is the colour of skin 
That I'd like to be in, 
'Cause it doesn't feel right 
To be coloured so white.

Blue is the colour of sky 
And I won't even try
To explain how or why,
I’ll just show you the sky 
Just show you the sky