Verse 1 There’s a shadow on the high street, Stencil screams on the pale gray stone, A girl with a balloon and a broken world, Sprayed truth where the rich once roamed. They call it vandalism, call it sin, But the paint cuts deeper than their laws, A rat with a sign in the dead of night, Exposing all their fatal flaws. Chorus Paint the walls before they fall, Banksy’s voice in every scrawl, You can scrub the brick, but not the blame, Art’s the fuse and truth’s the flame. Yeah, paint the walls before they fall, Spray the questions they won’t call, You can hide the frame or guard the door, But the message hits you to the core. Verse 2 Auction hounds in the neon glare, Selling protest by the ounce, They bid on revolution pieces, While the homeless get renounced. A cop in riot gear with a yellow smile, Kids climbing over fences of fear, Graffiti’s not the crime we face— It’s silence that we ought to fear. Chorus Paint the walls before they fall, Banksy’s voice in every scrawl, You can scrub the brick, but not the blame, Art’s the fuse and truth’s the flame. Yeah, paint the walls before they fall, Spray the questions they won’t call, You can hide the frame or guard the door, But the message hits you to the core. Bridge Anonymous and loud as thunder, A ghost with a rebel’s hand, He draws the words we choke on, Across this broken land. If the streets are the only canvas Where the truth still stands a chance, Then let the city walls keep shouting While the silent suits still dance. Chorus (final) Paint the walls before they fall, Banksy’s truth in every scrawl, You can fence the art, but not the rage, Spray the future on the cage. Yeah, paint the walls before they fall, From Bristol bricks to urban sprawl, Let the spray cans roar and the stencils speak— 'Cause the people’s voice ain’t obsolete. Outro So mark the night with rebel ink, Before the dawn can shut it down, If the system fears a can of paint, Then the crown’s already cracked in town.
