the spots in their minds can't change

When 2 crooks get together

There is nothing new out of it

It will be back to familiar ground

The bad will still happen

They can paint the house white

Put up red and green lightings

Blast the darkness away

But it is in the back alley

There is the wrong

The rubbish in the tong

No matter how much perfume is sprayed

The bad smell will not disappear

They can paint it good on canvass

The spots in their minds can't change

The narrow minded ways of race

There is nothing but bad faith

The grass can't turn green

The faith of bad lights causing it

The natural light doesn't shine

We can say goodbye with our waves