www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWChri2t8Vo
Pictures high on walls, glamorizing war.
Jesus just below, images of Love.
The Pope looks really fi ne, in natural colored wood.
And Mona Lisa is never old, just misunderstood.
Pour me another glass of wine,
you call them laws, i call them crimes.
A picture in my head of some great escape,
(to where to whom)
I'll never know, you'll never know.
(from where from whom).
Shitty luck in life, can't seem to pay the rent.
Burn your cards and cheques, confront your government.
The drugs taste really fi ne in unemployment lines,
You were always warned, you just never cared.
Pour me another glass of wine,
you fucked me left, now you'll fuck me right.
A picture in my head of some great escape,
(to where to whom)
I'll never know, you'll never know
(from where from whom).
Lost in perfection, worshiping technology.
A movement of ideas, so called philanthropy.
Further away from love, further up the wall.
And as we're nearing war, watch your pictures fall.
Pour me another glass of wine,
read me my rights, if we're still in time.
A picture in my head of some wild escape,
(to where to whom)
I'll never know, you'll never know
(from where from whom).