Drunks and Painters On Parade

First light in the morning

Everything is fine

Staring at the ceiling

Casually blind

She's raising cats

Raising rats

Hiding from the light

Cats and rats

Skulls and bats

I love your epitaph

My love

Before you try to con the angels

You have to forget a thing or two

Before you start to ring the bells

You have to know that nothing's new

Oh Lord I tell you so :

These noisy days run slow

First light in the morning

Your shame lies in a shroud

They're tearing down your painting

Using aerograph

You're building houses

Wasting thousands

Hiding from your wife

Cats and rats

Skulls and bats

Let's eat your autograph

My love

Before you try to con the angels

You have to forget a thing or two

Before you start to ring the bells

You have to know that nothing's new

(x2)

(Before you're getting crucified

Ask for some kind of retribution)