I see a black suit, and I want
it painted white. I see a dark
suit, and I want it to go bright.
I watch the Sith go by, dressed
in their billowing robes. I have to
make them white, before my
color obsession shows.
I see a line of TIEs, and they're
all painted gray. And I must have them
painted white, by the end of this day.
With a blaster, and a helmet,
I'm a Stormtrooper, that's what I say.
I see Rebels turn their heads, and quickly
they get fried. Surprisingly, us Troopers
actually made a shot, and then he died.
I look inside my suit, and see my body
glove is black. But I shall change that soon,
and take this burden off my back. Maybe
then I'll go back to, my normal, everyday
routine. But now, there is one and only,
attractive color scheme.
No longer will the Coruscant committee
have to deal with me. Because my
obsession with white is a bona fide reality.
I f I look hard enough, at Darth Vader's son,
I can see the resemblance, before my eyesight
numbs. Oh, my eyes are losing touch from all of
the white. No longer now, must all things go bright.
I see a black suit, and I want
it painted white. I see a dark
suit, and I want it to go bright.
I watch the Sith go by, dressed
in their billowing robes. I have to
make them white, before my
color obsession shows. Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm,
hmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm. Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm.
Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmm, hmmm.
Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm. hmmm, hmmm.
hmmmm.
I wanna see it painted, painted white. White as snow,
White as light. I wanna see the moon, blotted out from
the sky. I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted
white, Yeah!