I Spill My Guts On His Work

I spilled on this painting It’s now covered in red Should I apologize to Da Vinci I just happen to be dead Run my mind says run My mind says run He’s holding a gun Why don’t you run? Why don’t you run? I spilled on the floorboards It’s now covered in gold Should I apologize to the architect? I thought this house was rich and old Run, my mind says run My mind says run He’s nowhere near done Why don’t you run? Why don’t you run? I spilled my guts on his work Guess I am going down low I don’t believe in his words Thought I should let you