The Paint Runs Down (The Anti-World Cup Anthem)

[Verse 1] You painted half your face in the colours of your love, you swore to every camera: "this year, by the stars above." You sang the anthem at full volume, hugged the rival crew, and after ninety minutes, the funeral bells rang for you. [Pre-Chorus] It wasn't the goal, it wasn't the ref, it wasn't bad luck or the weather... it was your face on the giant screen, about to fall apart altogether. [Chorus] The best part of the World Cup's not the trophy or the ball, the best part of the World Cup is watching you bawl. With your face painted up in the flag of your nation, and the paint running down, running down — no salvation. Rainbow-coloured tears in slow-motion replay: your heartbreak in high definition... just made my day. [Verse 2] Your patriotic eyeliner survived one half, at most, till the penalty hit Row Z and your mascara gave up the ghost. Half your face is still a flag, half a watercolour of pain — you're an abstract masterpiece, love, dissolving in the rain. [Bridge] Don't cry... go on then, have a cry, the camera's found you in the crowd and your meme is standing by. That melted little face of yours is art for the human race: a flag dissolved in lukewarm lager — a worldwide, soggy disgrace. [Chorus] The best part of the World Cup's not the trophy or the ball, the best part of the World Cup is watching you bawl. With your face painted up in the flag of your nation, and the paint running down, running down — no salvation. Rainbow-coloured tears in slow-motion replay: your heartbreak in high definition... just made my day. [Outro] It runs, it runs... the paint, the hope, your standing appointment. See you in four years, sunshine... for the same disappointment. (And buy waterproof paint this time!)