Lyrics Destroyer – Modern Painters
Text:
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…
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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