Red-faced, caught red-handed,
Paint in hand, she paints the town red,
Blue Skies, skies the limit, limit breaking,
Got that green-light,
Green eye, she's a monster,
Silver bullet, silver lining's,
Lines with other lines, lines with other lines.
Now make me colour in,
Since ya'll, been riffed on,
Your stigma, gon' burn it on
Say-saying it, stop saying it
Red-gold run, I'm on the clock,
Now we got to orange,
Gotta rhyme something with orange,
See that nothing rhymes with orange,
Thinking I'll just work without orange.
Suck it up, pushing off, pick it up, here we go, giving up's not fun (get back to that drawing board),
Drop it off, scrub it off, take it down, gotta go, had enough of that fun (get back to that drawing board),
Pull it off, scrub it off, hurry now gotta go, not a lot left to go.
Don't let them take it too slow, gotta go, hey why aren't you ready?
One, two, three, four, she'll
punch you to the count of four,
Then five, six, seven, and, she'll keep on counting up to seven,
Not eight, not ten, not eight, seven, she'll change it right back down to seven,
Wait, ha, wait, huh, no time, on a dime and she's drawing a line.
Girls, what is she made of?
Sugar and spice and
un-limited taste, love,
She's everything nice, and if you're asking her name (What),
I'm gonna tell you her name (what),
My Sugar Riot (riot).
Ring of roses, palette full of hidden poison,
All here taste it, (can you guess what?)
Ring of roses, heart is skippin', art is drippin',
Running and running around yo,
Running and running around.
I'll take you down, we all fall down,
Round and round and round,
We all fall down,
Round and round and round,
We all fall down,
Round and round and
Ashes to ashes to ashes,
Ashes to ashes to ashes.
On the wall, the writing's on the wall yo,
She's off the wall yo, this kid is off the wall yo,
Paint a picture, we're going to paint you a picture,
Stripped straight from fiction, and this is what we'll start with.
Think, you can win this war, you take these lessons lightly,
Put down them sticks and swords, her pen is far more mighty,
Avant-garde don't work here, got no machine who'll draw ought like me,
All of those bossy, yucky artists have to roll or die.
Suck it up, pushing off, pick it up, here we go, giving up's not fun (get back to that drawing board),
Drop it off, scrub it off, take it down, gotta go, had enough of that fun (get back to that drawing board),
Pull it off, scrub it off, hurry now gotta go, not a lot left to go.
Don't let them take it too slow, gotta go, hey why aren't you ready?
One, two, three, four, she'll punch you to the count of four,
Then four, three, two, one, she'll count back down again just for fun,
One, two, three, four, five, seven, left out six, plus five's eleven,
Then wait, what, wait, huh, no time, on a dime, and she's due to arrive.
Girls what are we made of? (yeah!)
Sugar and spice and (yow), know what they're made of!
We're everything nice,
And if you're asking the name (what),
I'm gonna tell you my name (what),
I'm Sugar Riot. (Pick the pieces up)
Ring of roses, palette full of hidden poison,
All here taste it, (can you guess what?)
Ring of roses, heart is skippin', art is drippin',
Running and running around yo,
Running and running around.
I'll take you down, we all fall down,
Round and round and round,
We all fall down,
Round and round and round,
We all fall down,
Round and round and
Ashes to ashes to ashes,
Ashes to ashes to dust!