Black House (Paint the White House Black) - Amp Fiddler

I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens evry day I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and it has been painted black Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the settin sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm,... I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black Yeah!

I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and it has been painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm,... I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black Yeah!

Don't you know We're still gold Just another day we made mistakes Face the rain Don't walk away There's another chance to set it straight It's not too late to turn back home And we were never meant to be alone You know we've got each other It's not too late for two lost souls We're not the only ones to lose control But we're in this together, yeah Every time you walk away I lose the one I need to save I just paint it black Like starting over Every time I lose a fight And I'm dying to be right I just paint it black So you remember This won't last forever It's just another night Same old song We sing along Never knowing how it's gonna end I am here with love my dear We can let it go and start again In my heart we share a home And all the years that we have grown You know we've got each other So hear me out and don't give up The world is ours and with our love We're in this together, yeah Every time you walk away I lose the one I need to save I just paint it black Like starting over Every time I lose a fight And I'm dying to be right I just paint it black So you remember This won't last forever It's just another night So look in my eyes Clear as the skies You can see right through me Your heart bleeds through me No matter where you are I won't leave you behind We'll make it out alive We'll make it out alive Every time you walk away I lose the one I need to save I just paint it black Like starting over Every time I lose a fight And I'm dying to be right I just paint it black So you remember Even on a final day When you can not find your way I just paint it black Like starting over This won't last forever It's just another night It's just another night It's just another night

I might try something... I was wayward in the river Lost at sea Staring at the mirror Trying to recognise me I was clinging onto fairytales Living make believe Waiting for Princess Charming To come and rescue me Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Hitched a ride to paradise And arrived in the hill Left behind my nine to five For a chance to fulfil When the emptiness still lingers on Like a shadow on my tail Keep my head up in the clouds 'Cause I won't be bound to no cell Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow Life's so simple If you let yourself go Have another drink on me And let the good times flow

A fiddler on the roof Sounds crazy, no? But in our little village of Anatevka You might say every one of us Is a fiddler on the roof Trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune Without breaking his neck It isn't easy You may ask, why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous? We stay because Anatevka is our home And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you! In one word Tradition! Tradition, tradition! Tradition! Tradition, tradition! Tradition! Because of our traditions We've kept our balance for many, many years Here in Anatevka we have traditions for everything How to eat, how to sleep, how to wear clothes For instance, we always keep our heads covered And always wear a little prayer shawl This shows our constant devotion to God You may ask, how did this tradition start? I'll tell you I don't know! But it's a tradition! (Hey!) Because of our traditions Everyone knows who he is And what God expects him to do Who, day and night, must scramble for a living Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers? And who has the right, as master of the house To have the final word at home? The Papa The Papa! Tradition! The Papa The Papa! Tradition! Who must know the way to make a proper home A quiet home A kosher home? Who must raise the family and run the home So Papa's free to read the holy book? The Mama The Mama! Tradition! The Mama The Mama! Tradition! At three, I started Hebrew school At ten, I learned a trade I hear they've picked a bride for me I hope She's pretty! The sons The sons! Tradition! The sons The sons! Tradition! And who does Mama teach To mend and tend and fix Preparing me to marry whoever Papa picks? The daughters The daughters! (I have five daughters!) Tradition! The daughters The daughters! Tradition! (ALL VERSES REPEAT - LAYERED) The papa! The mama! The sons! The daughters! Tradition! The papa (mama) (sons) (daughters)! The papa (mama) (sons) (daughters)! Tradition! And in the circle of our little village We've always had our special types For instance, Yente the matchmaker Avram, I have a perfect match for your son, a wonderful girl! Who is it? Rachul, the shoemakers daughter Ugh, Rachul, but she can hardly see, she's almost blind! Tell the truth, Avram: is your son so much to look at? The way she sees, and the way he looks, it's a perfect match! And Reb Nachem, the beggar (Alms for the poor, alms for the poor!) Here, Reb Nachem, is one kopek One kopek? Last week you gave me two kopeks I had a bad week So if you had a bad week, why should I suffer? And most important, our beloved Rabbi Rabbi! May I ask you a question? Certainly, my son Is there a proper blessing for the Czar? A blessing for the Czar, of course! May God bless and keep the Czar... far away from us! Dai-dai-dai-dai! Dai-dai-dai-dai! Dai-dai-dai-dai, dai-dai-dai-dai-dai! Dai-dai-dai-dai! Dai-dai-dai-dai! Dai-dai-dai-dai, dai-dai-dai-dai-dai! Then there are the others in our village They have a much bigger circle His honor the constable, his honor the priest His honor the ... many others We don't bother them And so far, they don't bother us And among ourselves, we get along perfectly well Of course, there was the time when he sold him a horse And he delivered a mule But that's all settled now! Now we live in simple peace and harmony (It was a horse) (It was a mule) (It was a horse!) (It was a mule!) (How many times are we gonna go over this? It was a—) Horse! Mule! Horse! Mule! Horse! Mule! Horse! Mule! Tradition Tradition! Tradition! Tradition! Tradition! Tradition! Tradition Without our traditions Our lives would be as shaky as... As... As a fiddler on the roof!