You did not get home until three
Your clothes stained with paint I can see purple, purple
Leave them on your bedroom floor
Wait for a knock at the door. Excuse me, mister
Consumer, you clearly don't fit
Defacer, you freely admit, don't you
Purple terror of the night sky
Friend of unsuspecting eyes. Aren't you
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
(Repeat)
Six months in the big house, you're clear
Told them what they wanted to hear, no sir
Mister, 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
Purple was written by Joanna Syme & Tom Iansek.