Streetlight Manifesto - They Provide the Paint for the Picture-Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint on the Insides of Your Eyelids lyrics

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Streetlight Manifesto - They Provide the Paint for the Picture-Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint on the Insides of Your Eyelids lyrics

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 Now it's 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 k** and fight, and maim, but not be told what he was fighting for That's the way it's gonna have to be my friend That's the way it's gonna have to be my friend I pa**ed 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 never live to see another sunny day But I'm here and I fear I'll be here 'til the end So watch your mouth or you're gonna make a grave mistake Hold your tongue or you're gonna catch a bullet in the head Watch your mouth or you're gonna make a grave mistake Don't die for anything less than the best of life The things you said went to your head You never tried to understand What they'll take, you will never take back 'Cause 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, so..." 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 gonna make a grave mistake Hold your tongue or you're gonna catch a bullet in the head Watch your mouth or you're gonna 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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