Paroles de Painted

So honey, smile, smile Come on along I’ll tell you what to do These young kids are just so volatile They do it like their pappy taught them to We got a son, won’t you get up and stand up Feels good where I’ll be down All they all want to do is procreate, syncopate Listen to the words that come out my mouth You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head How could I live to see the painted people Disgust, but I still love it, what to do? I smile along, they set me on an easel I’ll stare at space so they can paint me too They paint me with no rhythm or reason So I'm not so ugly as sin I can't tell you what they're painting Look at the pretty shit out here You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head Oooh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oooh Oooh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oooh Ahhh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ahhh Ahhh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ahhh You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head You’ve got to drain your head