I Spill My Guts On His Work

I spilled on this painting
It’s now covered in red
Should I apologize to Da Vinci
I just happen to be dead

Run my mind says run
My mind says run
He’s holding a gun
Why don’t you run? Why don’t you run?

I spilled on the floorboards
It’s now covered in gold
Should I apologize to the architect?
I thought this house was rich and old

Run, my mind says run
My mind says run
He’s nowhere near done
Why don’t you run? Why don’t you run?

I spilled my guts on his work
Guess I am going down low
I don’t believe in his words
Thought I should let you