twd189[Intro]
(Upbeat acoustic guitar strumming starts)
[Verse 1]
Well, the sun's barely up, got my coffee cup
And a van full of paint that smells kinda rough
Got the call last night, gotta make it look bright
Another strip mall unit bathed in beige light
The landlord, he said, with a voice full of cheer
"Another day this week and you all made it here!"
So it's "A-101, Landlord Special, if the spackle is dry."
Gotta slap it on fast, keep the dream alive
[Chorus]
Oh, it's roller in the morning, brush in the afternoon
Painting over yesterday's mistakes way too soon
From the dollar store sign to the dry cleaner's door
Covering scuffs and bad vibes forevermore
It's apartments so bland, they could make ya weep
And storefronts where ambition went to sleep
Just another coat of A-101, "Landlord Special" delight
Under the fluorescent, unforgiving light!
[Verse 2]
Now the apartment complex, Block D, Unit 3
Got a tenant who swears they saw a ghost, you see
So we're painting the walls "Serene Morning Dew"
To cover the weird stain, and the smell of old stew
The trim's gotta match, but the old paint's like glue
Peeling off in chunks, what's a painter to do?
Gotta caulk every crack, fill the holes in the drywall
While the boss complains that's not right at all!
"Not enough spackle!" he cries in a deep undertone!"
While I'm up on the ladder, feeling quite alone
[Chorus]
Oh, it's roller in the morning, brush in the afternoon
Painting over yesterday's mistakes way too soon
From the wavy walls to the drop ceiling's plight
Covering decades of wear with all my might
It's apartments so bland, they could make ya weep
And storefronts where ambition went to sleep
Just another coat of A-101, "Landlord Special" delight
Under the fluorescent, unforgiving light!
[Bridge]
Got the "Grand Opening!" sign for the new nail place
Gotta paint the facade at a breakneck pace
"Vibrant Coral!" they want, something bold and unique
But the HOA handbook says "Muted Earth Tones, no mystique!"
My brush is confused, my roller's in despair
Trying to find passion painting "Suburban Beige" everywhere
The fumes are gettin' strong, startin' to see things clear
Like my career prospects vanishin' year after year!
[Chorus]
Oh, it's roller in the morning, brush in the afternoon
Painting over yesterday's mistakes way too soon
From the thrift shop awning to the bail bondsman's lair
Covering existential dread with meticulous care
It's apartments so bland, they could make ya weep
And storefronts where ambition went to sleep
Just another coat of A-101, "Landlord Special" delight
Under the fluorescent, unforgiving light!
[Outro]
(Guitar strumming becomes slower, slightly fading, with a final brushstroke sound effect - *thwip*)
Coverin' the cracks... one beige stroke at a time...
Yeah... "Sunbleached Driftwood"... lookin'... mighty fine...
(Guitar strum fades out completely)