Evil Yellow

There he stood, the town it was new

Everything he’d known, packed in a bag or two

Eager eyes they were ready to explore

But they turned the wrong handle opened up the wrong door

CHORUS

Brother Mark’s Boorit-Cebuano

Took a hit to clear his head

But the green was dancing with evil yellow

So it messed him up instead

How many times have you heard the story

A little bird that leaves the nest

Flew higher than his mind could fathom

On the ground below he rests

Stepping out for the very first time

He was so free now no longer confined

Freedom found with danger lurking into the night

Easy to forget the future when you’re feeling alright

CHORUS

Then one night as the hour grew late

Wandering alone he bit the hook off the bait

Thought he was breathing green but really something mean

His dreams were shattered at the age of eighteen

CHORUS

But the green was dancing with evil yellow

Evil yellow

Don’t go dancing with evil yellow

Leave your shoes at home I said

Evil Yellow