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He Paints the Stars

from Sons of the Morning EP by Kitty Day

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New York was too hot
So we took a bus to Boston
And in a thunderstorm all the trams broke down
And we found ourselves in an old wooden house

He paints the stars, puts them in their place
He’s got an MBA and he moulds the Earth like clay
He paints the stars, puts them in their place
He’s got an MBA and he moulds the Earth like clay


He’s got the gift of the gab
And no mistake
And I’m a lucky girl oh cos I’m spoken for,
and he doesn’t take rejection very well

He paints the stars, puts them in their place
He’s got an MBA and he moulds the Earth like clay
He paints the stars, puts them in their place
He’s got an MBA and he moulds the Earth like clay

He takes drunk Polish girl to the fire escape
Calls it seduction, but she calls it something else
It’s a dirty, dirty money man’s world, yes it is

He’s entitled to take what he wants,
So why shouldn’t he take what he wants
When he can paint the stars any old day of the week,
and there’s nothing you can do about it

He paints the stars, puts them in their place
He’s got an MBA and he moulds the Earth like clay
In his own image, in his own image, in his own….

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from Sons of the Morning EP, released November 19, 2020
Written and performed by Kitty Day
Sound Engineer David Trail

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