Basquiat's Widow Lyrics

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

I sit on my pillow

There is a hole from your cigarette

The girls and boys want me

You got your finger in my head

I like to watch your weird walk

You don't draw like the white guys

The oil smells in the crack

You forgot our flat is on fire

Oh come on, come on

Basquiat

Oh come on, come on

Basquiat

Oh come on, come on

Basquiat

Oh who am I

Basquiat

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

I like to wear my make-up dark

This room smells like lemon and coffee

The boys all wear mascara

In your graffiti and my poetry

Am I a cartoon to you

Can you draw what I dream

I don't know where you slept last night

I'll see you in three days

Oh come on, come on

Basquiat

Oh come on, come on

Basquiat

Oh come on, come on

Basquiat

Oh who am I

Basquiat

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

I can't get a taxi to stop for you

They say you fought on the tube

I always want to take you back

Sometimes you could talk for hours

Your eyes were pumped on the floor

I tried to find justice for you

You left me as your widow

You're not here you're on fire

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you

Oh come on, come on

Who are you