Lyrics:
Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our minds
shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes
While the city sleeps, ev'ry night he creeps
Just surveyin' his domain
He roams around like he owns the town
He's the King, he makes that plain
and harmony
And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!
I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one
in a city, living in L.A.'s along way from Huddersfield town
The back of the Rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he get's his pork pie
in a city, living in L.A.'s along way from Huddersfield town
The back of the Rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he get's his pork pie
I'll save you
An echo from the hall
And I'll paint you
A dream scape on your bedroom wall
Pretend you're not alone
Like you are center
and harmony
And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha!
I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one
the center of the court
The eye will be the catalyst
When I become the Archmage of Winterhold
Devotion to the art and mastery
Of magic protects me from
Oil on canvas
Abstract art
In this series of events with no center
A splash of color, no soul, no heart
All sharp lines and angles
More clever than
with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
So uh, tick-tock and keep
light up every room you enter
A guiding star, a gentle center
Fleur de Lis, you're Heaven's art
A sacred beauty from the start
Take the petition
his time
Honolulu status, gladdest
The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
Niggas came
with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
So uh, tick-tock and keep
the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
So uh, tick-tock and keep ticking
While I
Put her coat on walked down the hall
Told her daddy she was going to the movies at the mall
Walked down the street, hopped in a cab
Told him to take her
Corporate jet and champagne bottle
Get me out there on the town
Let me spread my wealth around
I could learn to love this life I lead
But just don't
ever see him again
He came on down and began to dig a cellar
To be used in the new town hall
And everyone, especially Henry
Believed he couldn't do it
On the tallest wall
Dividing the town center and the affluent suburbs
She spent the night spraying the words
All truth dies where the crime rate
Crackers bowling naked through the center of the town
The sun won't bake his blue skin brown, he's been too long underground
"I see," said a blind
While the city sleeps, ev'ry night he creeps
Just surveyin' his domain
He roams around like he owns the town
He's the King, he makes that plain
Surrealistic kind of love
Shit happens sometimes
Creeping down the alley proletarian side of town
Somekind of Art Garfunkel at the bathroom with his frown
Great
face and hit the town
Now that skin-tight dress maybe might impress
The kind of man that you might not like
First time up with no luck and confusion
V1
On a cold clear night in November
They bundled up and put on their hats
Headed to an old dance hall near the center
Of a town that’s not
In the quiet town of St. John's, a paint brush he did know,
Lived an artist named Chris Pratt, whose art would softly glow.
With a brush and steady
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