Colorless World Lyrics

July twenty-second two thousand and nothing

The aliens crashed through the atmosphere

Parked on the roof of a church full of bigots

Crashed through the windows and ordered a beer

The preacher said maybe a bottle of wine

Would put some color back into your cheeks

While the landscaper cursed another dandelion

And the congregation stared at the freaks

Their leader it seemed was a one-eyed machine

And he spoke in a monotone groan

All this color, said he causes grave misery

It must go and then we'll leave you alone

He mumbled more words that sounded like birds

Being shot in an October storm

A shadow moved through

The red, green, and blue shards of stained glass no longer felt warm

The traffic was gridlocked at a gray signal light

The old movies looked just like the new

The only difference between the dead plants and the live ones

Was that only the live ones still grew

Millions were lost in the parking garages

Couldn't tell on which level they'd parked

During the week of the colorless world

The skies were all gloomy and dark

The spectrum was lost

A cold summer frost clenched its fingers and shut off the sun

The lawyers it seemed were immune and serene, saying

Whose fault is this? Gee this is fun

On late night TV you could get it for free

A sample of what was the cure

A pair of strange glasses that bring back green grasses

But make you ashamed and impure

During day number two the unholy few were selling the world on a song

"The colorless world is a lot better off

We were somewhat misled, we were wrong

The Internet linked to a web site called pink

That was sadly a strange shade of gray

A one week free trial, learn the art of denial

And they charged just a dollar a day

The traffic was gridlocked at a gray signal light

The old movies looked just like the new

The only difference between the dead plants and the live ones

Was that only the live ones still grew

Millions were lost in the parking garages

Couldn't tell on which level they'd parked

During the week of the colorless world

The skies were all gloomy and dark

Days three, four, and five left the bees in the hive

Confused, frustrated and lazy

Suicide rates left the pearly gates understaffed

Overwhelmed, and half crazy

The world's greatest minds, had adjusted their blinds

Hoping no one would ever look in

Those who weren't scheming were silently dreaming

And those who weren't dreaming would sin

The barrooms were packed with theories and fact

The six o'clock news was still on

The drunkards and fools, were ignoring the rules

And looting fine jewels until dawn

The National Guard held the senator's yards

And patrolled better sections of town

While the rest of the city got no funds and no pity

Block by block, home by home, it burned down

The traffic was gridlocked at a gray signal light

The old movies looked just like the new

The only difference between the dead plants and the live ones

Was that only the live ones still grew

Millions were lost in the parking garages

Couldn't tell on which level they'd parked

During the week of the colorless world

The skies were all gloomy and dark

In search of a fix, they met on day six

The religious and government leaders

In a chat room they chatted from their office chairs padded

With taxes and tithing from cheaters

They deemed and declared at full day of prayer

Effective sunrise on day seven

Hoping massive devotion would stir an emotion

With the wise one enthroned up in heaven

The seventh day came. It started to rain

The survivors began to assemble

From New York to Bombay, they chanted and prayed

Until the skies turned to black and then trembled

In the once racist chapel they stared down a gray apple

And an off-white bottle of wine

While out in the haze

The landscaper praised the sight of a fresh dandelion

The traffic was gridlocked at a gray signal light

The old movies looked just like the new

The only difference between the dead plants and the live ones

Was that only the live ones still grew

Millions were lost in the parking garages

Couldn't tell on which level they'd parked

During the week of the colorless world

The skies were all gloomy and dark