Rainbow Pop Song

Shaving the hairs, hanging from my chin Nobody cares, 'cept literary skin They think it's deep, but I know I'm here in black and white Red, blue, and green, those are shadows in the scene, daylight exists as night Right, so where we going tonight? If I was old, I would grow a beard The kind that the young kids say looks so weird And then I'm here, old as a prayer, in black and white Right, I'm saying my lines, characterizing my old man fears