Modern Painters

Modern painters can't decide why every time she smiles it's just a dream of a world inside There's a world inside There's a drunkard picking fights with the bride on what we thought would be a new, new day You could always stay in tonight, And see if what the walls have been whispering is right I mean, that shit is right up your alley, isn't it? A girl in every port, but the world still makes sport of you, Saying "Go find a reason…Call it Helicopter Season…Now, repeat after me Is it for This I have hunted?" Field and Stream: our second favorite magazine about new ways of living…Modern painters can't decide…(don't cry) --- Modern Painters - Destroyer