Red-faced, caught red-handed,
Paint in hand, she paints the temperate,
Blue Skies, skies the limit, limit breaking,
Got that green like, green eye,
She's a monster,
Silver bullet, silver lining's,
Lines within the lines, lines within the lines.
Now make me colour in,
Stay strong with will torn,
Your stigma, gon' burn it on
Say-saying this, stop saying it
Red-gold run, I'm on the block,
Got me up to orange,
Gotta rhyme something with orange,
Say 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 eighty-seven, she'll change it right back down to seven,
No 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 huh not a bit tastes 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, colourful with pretty poison,
All you'll taste is, (guess what?)
Ring of roses, caught you sleepin', art is drippin',
Running and running around yo,
Running and running around.
Until we're 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,
Strange straight from fiction, and this is what we start with.
Paint, you can't win this war you'll take these lessons lightly,
Put down them sticks and swords, the pen is far more mighty,
All the other worker bots, machines draw nought like me,
All of those bossy low-key artists have to roll the 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,
The one, two, three, four, fi- that's it, she left out six, plus five abit,
Then one, one, no run, no time, on a dime and she's due to arrive.
Girls what are we made of?
Sugar and spice and (yow), know what they're made of!
Not everything nice,
And if you're asking her name (what),
I'm gonna tell you her name (what),
I'm Sugar Riot. (Pick the pieces up)
Ring of roses, colourful with pretty poison,
All you'll taste is, (guess what?)
Ring of roses, caught you sleepin', art is drippin',
Running and running around yo,
Running and running around.
Until we're 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!