lyric titles-01.png

When I was the boy I'm watching now/What was I thinking then/Or was I thinking then/A kite/A flight of fancy with my Mow/My mind was peaceful then/I had a little friend/This music seems so loud/My boy runs round and round/And now/My work is ringing and/My dad is dying and/Look my son is bleeding/Man he's crying crying crying/And there have been/So many heroes that he's put on that I ain't/This time I move to clean the wound out and I/See it's only paint/I hung a canvas of my father's in the hall/It's something I stole from him/Out mother's rubbish bin/Two men forever in/Each other's thrall/What if he saw it here/Would he still hold it dear/This music seems a shroud/My work is ringing and/My dad is dying and/Look my son is bleeding/Man he's crying crying crying/And there have been/So many heroes that he's put on that I ain't/This time I move to clean the wound out and I/See it's only paint/Come paint the town/Let's paint it black/As black as night/Let's stick a red door on the front/Let's paint it shut/No turning back/I'll paint myself into a corner/Blot these tears/Then shake my can and spray my tag/And scream I'm Dada Man/And I was here/My boss is screaming and/My phone is dying/But look my wife is laughing/She knows I'm trying trying trying/And there have been/So many heroes that I've put on and I ain't/This time I move to clean the wound out and I/See it's only paint/This time I move to clean the wound out and I/See it's only paint