They Provide the Paint for the Picture-Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint on the Insides of Your Eyelids - 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 laugh out loud

For they are listening, oh they are listening

Oh, you’ve got to be strong

Oh, you’ve got to keep holding on Now it’s 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 never thought I’d live to see another sunny day

But I’m here and I fear 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

Cuz they take what they 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, so'

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