Lyrics:
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portrait I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush em like crazy
Run a lot do a lot never be lazy
(Good boy)
Eat a lot sleep a lot brush em like crazy
Run a lot
My latest sun is sinking fast
My race is nearly run
My longest trials now are past
My triumph has begun
Oh come angel band come and around me stand
Brush your teeth
Up and down
Brush your teeth
Round and round
Brush your teeth
Brush and brush
Brush your teeth
Keep them white
Brush your teeth
If I were a painting
Captured on canvas
Alone in the portriat I would stand
And brush strokes bold
Yet soft as a whisper
The work of a feminine hand
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
on a ladder and brush
The artist with the easel
The fiddler always snaps the string and
Pop! Goes the weasel
Pop! Goes the weasel
Pop! Goes the weasel
You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
Oh, Mama, I can hardly wait to brush
My teeth (my teeth) (brushing noises)
I really love to brush
My teeth (my teeth)
I love to brush
My teeth
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
White faced cattle lowing
You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
Come run jump skip a long sam
A very happy man I am
To know you are well and you're doing fine
Kind-of puts at rest my mind
How's your brush
wait to see my friends at school today
But first
I brush brush brush brush
Mama brush brush brush brush brush brush
Dadda brush brush brush
Brother brush
The artists and the poets fill up every jail
Before I held a rifle I held an artist's brush
Before Tiananmen I even dreamed of love
Ah, I was seventeen
When you wake up in the morning at a quarter to one
And you want to have a little fun
You brush your teeth ch ch ch ch, ch ch ch ch
You brush
Billy
For Britain only
Only for Britain, yeah
For Britain only
Only for Britain
Jumped on the concord
Ain't much for sittin'
I told my boys,
I remember them so clearly mom and dad loved them so dearly
Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where I learned about salvation from the book
When you wake up in the morning at a quarter to one
And you want to have a little fun
You brush your teeth ch ch ch ch, ch ch ch ch
You brush
design
Artists paint the sky
With dreams they supply
[Chorus]
In the creator's village we find
Our hearts and souls intertwined
Every brush stroke every
I, I brush my teeth everyday
So I keep them clean and white
First thing when I wake up in the morning
Right before I go to bed at night
I brush
painting box
And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks
What'll you do if the Muse gets lost
When I'm gone
You painted me in the way you said you
The painting's complete
The brush strokes dry
I hear a band playing
A bent note or two
I guess someone died
And just wants to be
Buried in blue
When you
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