Baud to Tears Lyrics

The lady does the best that she can
But she can't touch the pillars of state
I love the honesty her talent demands
The way she insists on saying
But that lady throbs between two lives
Eventually she takes the time to beautify
With blood-red dyes and drive out on the town

The artist in the idiot's clothes
You know the way they go
They go down, they drown
They go down, they drown
They go down, they drown

And that guy reads and tries to write
And talks until he bores you
He wants to know all the secrets of soul
He hasn't got a s*** show
And he jumps the band-wagon before it's too late
With a head full of c***
And he never loves, he never hates
He doesn't write, he imitates - he's a clown

The artist in the idiot's clothes
You know the way they go
They go down, they drown
They go down, they drown
They go down, they drown
Boredom...
Oh captain is it time?
We must be under way, hey
Raise the anchor, world-weary sail away, hey hey
But Death, can you see our hearts are gay?
Though the sky is black, and the ocean's violent today?
You'll never spend a season in hell if you lie in bed all day
And you won't ever see anything beautiful again

The artist in the idiot's clothes
You know the way they go
They go down, they drown
They go down, they drown
They go down, they drown