Come, come
Come, my kitty
Take your colors
Let's paint the city.

Painting requires
Lots of tools
Points and ropes
Are things we'll use.

The painting we'll do
Won't need a brush
Just paint with your hands
From dawn until dusk.

Painting is better
When you're in a group.
It's lots more crazy—
Just give it a shoot.

The joy of painting
Deludes all sense
It matters not
If we're just different

Our crimson painting
Is almost done
It covers the city
And taunts the sun

Painting can make
The city more quiet
Preceding, of course,
Must first come the riot.

Crimson, crimson,
Red paint everywhere
The painting we've made
Is a living nightmare.