Hey there boy you better hurry.
Brush that concrete off your teeth.
I hear all my momma told me,
She's still walking down the street.
My poppa left when I was little,
To a castle of cardboard,
And he left me in a red house full of love and rock and roll.
Now I can control you from my thrown up on the stand.
If you don't wanna listen, put your fingers through my hands.
I don't need no sunshine 'cuz the spotlights make me tan.
I'm the multicolor man.
My life can wrap around a bottle.
I sleep with headphones on my head.
And my girlfriend is a model,
Every single one of them.
And if you ever see me walking,
Smoking grass while on a stroll.
Just wait 'till night time hits the city,
Then I'm the god of rock and roll!
Now I can control you from my thrown up on the stand.
If you don't wanna listen, put your fingers through my hands.
I don't need no sunshine 'cuz the spotlights make me tan.
I'm the multicolor man.
Now I can control you from my thrown up on the stand.
If you don't wanna listen, put your fingers through my hands.
I don't need no sunshine 'cuz the spotlights make me tan.
I'm the multicolor man.
Brighton, UK band leaven surging hard rock with spaced-out stoner-doom on their second LP, recorded in an old chapel on the English coast. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2022