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Brushstroke Rifles Lyrics
Men in regalia wielding brushstroke rifles
secure with delight my canvas cloaked eyes
and paint the world’s colors a thousand red hues.
I thought for a minute I saw red white and blue.
Come all marching men, pay no mind to the clocks.
They're foolhardy, my friends. You best burn the watches.
Everyone knows the holy alarm
hangs in the golden wristwatch of God.
I lifted my blindfold with glee
and I caught a glimpse of the colors of heat.
Orange and scarlet- the colors of passion,
the colors of blood, and the colors of greed.
Gather ye men for a monochrome earth,
scavenge the clay to make room for the dirt.
Mow it all down to a simpler palette.
The profit of artistry is well worth the work.
secure with delight my canvas cloaked eyes
and paint the world’s colors a thousand red hues.
I thought for a minute I saw red white and blue.
They're foolhardy, my friends. You best burn the watches.
Everyone knows the holy alarm
hangs in the golden wristwatch of God.
and I caught a glimpse of the colors of heat.
Orange and scarlet- the colors of passion,
the colors of blood, and the colors of greed.
scavenge the clay to make room for the dirt.
Mow it all down to a simpler palette.
The profit of artistry is well worth the work.
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