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They Provide The Paint For The Picture Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint On The Insides Of Your Eyelids

This song is by Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution and appears on the EP A Call to Arms (2001).

There is a man with no face
And a name I don't remember
Who 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, 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"
(Head for the hills, go!)

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 never end"
And I never thought I'd live
To see another sunny day
But I'm here and I fear I'll be here till 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
(So 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 you said went to your head
But you never tried to understand:
What they'll 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 care 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
You learn to repeat everything
That you hear so well
You learn to repeat everything
That you hear so well

Oh and
Everyone was resting because they thought it was the end
And even if it wasn't they decide they'd pretend
And somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering
"You can fight all you want
You'll never win in the end"

Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bed
I am taken to the forest to the isolated shed
And I wake with his 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
So 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

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