Well, mebbe a little song will help explain it all ...
I see a red wing and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the strokes walk by dressed in their neon clothes
I have to turn my head because their snorkel glows
I see a line of fins and they’re all painted black
My drysuit came in blue I have to take it back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a rant from GI3 it just happens ev’ry day
I look inside my mask and see the skirt is black
I see my red wing and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy to find your team when their whole kit is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
My gear will be black till they invent a darker hue
If I look hard enough with my Halcyon HID
I’ll spot the blue H on my buddy’s BCD
I see a red wing and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the strokes walk by dressed in their neon clothes
I have to turn my head because their snorkel glows
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!
...
(ducking quickly for cover) ...
... Bob (Grateful Diver)
