Two, three, four Give me a canvas to color in These nursery rhymes I sing They all just sound the same Sullivan Hung on the walls of my home Those painted portraits bear some resemblance to you now Sullivan I never meant to go I never meant to go Some punishment that never came The bodies you invade all outlined on pavement now Sullivan The radio's static hymns And choirs of angels sing You're the talk of the town now Sullivan I never meant to go I never meant to go 'Cause it's all coming back now And you're all running out Yet you don't see how You still like to pretend