Modern Painters

Modern painters can't decide

Why every time she smiles it's just a dream

Of a world inside...

There's a world inside...

There's a drunkard picking fights with the bride

On what we thought would be a new, new day...

You could always stay in tonight,

And see if what the walls have been whispering is right...

I mean, that shit is right up your alley, isn't it?...

A girl in every port,

But the world still makes sport of you, saying -

"Go find a reason... Call it Helicopter Season...

Now, repeat after me -

Is it for This I have hunted?"

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Modern painters can't decide...

(don't cry)