Red Paintings Sing
There is this thing that's like touching, except you
don't touch
Back in the day it just went without saying at all
All the world's history gradually dieing of shock
There is this thing that's like talking, except you
don't talk
You sing }x2
Chorus:
Sing for the bartender, sing for the janitor, sing
Sing for the cameras, sing for the animals, sing
Sing for the children, shooting the children, sing
Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn't
sing
Just sing
There is this thing keeping everyone's lungs and lips
locked
It is called fear and it's seeing a great renaissance
But after the show you can not sing whenever you want
to
But for now, let's pretend that we're all gonna get
____
So sing
Chorus:
Sing 'cause it's obvious, sing for the astronauts, sing
Sing for the president, sing for the terrorist, sing
Sing for the bregaiders, sing for the painters, yeah,
sing
Oh and sing for the kid with the phone who refuses to
sing
Just sing
La, who-o
Life is no cabaret, who-oh
We don't care what you say, who-oh
We don't inviting you anyway, who-oh
You motherfucker you sing someday, who-oh }x2
And I miss you, you seem so far away
I want to hold you in my arms
