Cut The Final Thread

Paint our hands until there's nothing left to see
One for you, one for them, one for me
Tabloid magazines can't speak for you
Let's hold hands and make it through
Why does the sun shine yellow
When there's so much red
Why does the ocean wave blue
When it could've used black instead
Make us sure that money doesn't grow on trees
We'll stay on our hands and knees
For you to break us down
What goes around comes around
Roses on benches, tulips in hands
From just buying gunpowder to wedding stands
Air conditioners can be replaced with heaters
A moose can be replaced with a noose
Remember to use your seat bottom cushion for flotation if this song takes you down
Let's wish upon a star
Let's tell you who we are
Let's choose the converse of death
Let's take our last and final breath, now