Modern Painters Letra

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...

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?”