They Provide the Paint for the Picture Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint on the Insides of Your Eyelids Songtext
von Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution

There is a man with no face and a name I don't remember
Lives in a house in the middle of the woods
And he said once "Son, don't you ever laugh out loud
For they are listening, oh yes they are listening

Oh you've got to be strong
Oh, you've got to keep holding on
It's now just a matter of time"

They provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece that you will
Paint on the insides of your eyelids
Can you possibly see anything you want to see?
No, hell no, there's nothing wrong with the way I see

And he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war
He wanted to kill and fight and maim but not be told what he was fighting for
And that's the way it's going to have to be, my friend
And that's the way it's going to have to be, my friend

I passed a man on the corner in the city yesterday
Singing "Yada yada yada and tomorrow it'll end"
And I thought I'd never live to see another sunny day
But I'm here and I'll be here until the end


So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
Watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Don't die for anything less than the best of life

The things they said went to your head
But you never tried to understand
What they take, you will never take back
What they take when take what they can because they can from you

You follow me and you follow me but you never ask why
And I wonder what you're under could this be another piece of the
I don't know, I just do what they say
Because they say what to do in a matter of fact way

But don't stop because you might get burned
And you might just learn to stand on your own two feet
And I think that it's neat how you learn to repeat
Everything that you hear in the street so well

Learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well

And everyone was resting because they thought it was the end
And even if it wasn't, they decided to pretend
And somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering
"You can fight all you want, they will win in the end"


Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bed
I am taken to the forest to that isolated shed
And I wake with is words resonating in my head
And I can't stop thinking about the gist of what he said

So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
Watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Don't die for anything less than the best of, everyone settles for the rest, not the best of

I will die for no less than the best of life