I Know Dullness

And I know Dullness, he's a man.

He's got a quiet voice, he's got a soft hand.

He's been following me home.

I will not let him in.

I am hiding from him.



And I can see him, the plain-clothed enemy.

I just met him but he's one of many.

Secret handshakes they've got 'please & thank yous',

And they're sipping tea along with writing mandates.



And I know Dullness. And I know Dullness. Oooh.



And everyone who's on my street. Ba bad a ba ba bad a.

Thinks they work for the police.

It's like a cold war. It's hard to keep score.

Careful mittened fists keep pounding my door.



And I know Dullness. And I know Dullness. Oooh.



He seems like such a nice man,

A secret little sick plan hidden in his eyes and victory

In his smile. Thinks he's gonna celebrate a little more grey.

I can see the brush you paint with oh yeah.

Well I know Dullness, and I know Dullness,

And I know Dullness, yeah I know Dullness.

Don't let him paint a little more grey,

A little more grey, a little more grey...