Lyrics The Breeders

The Breeders

When I Was a Painter

Inside legs of corduroy I've been

Heard stories of air velveteen

Twenty hours later I fill the room

With bad sex and bad TV

Go, go, go *2

When I was a painter I painted you well

Too bad I have to die

You brought the essentials, perversion appeal

And many lovers at one time

Go, go, go *2

On and on, on, on

Inside legs of corduroy I've been

Heard stories of air velveteen

Twenty hours later I fill the room

With bad sex and bad TV

Go, go, go *2

On and on, on, on