Oil on the Canvas
She looked a bit dull to be so beautiful,
but people thought it-
so that's the way it was
I thought by now she'd be taken down
I thought by now she'd have to fall
But that picture just remained on the wall
So we've got oil on the canvas
whose artist is a bandit
who's never had a jail cell
keep 'im from his own hell
We've got a soldier in a coffin
and a funeral so often
that we mourn for only those
that don't go well
We've got a preacher in a pulpit
and a choir full of culprits
and a story for our children
that we can never tell...
And still we've got this oil to sell
So now I'm picturing hell
as I wish the picture would fall
And so... well, everything fell
while it stayed on the wall
We've got oil on the canvas
I couldn't understand it-
why an artistic bandit
did what he does
It looked a bit dull to be so beautiful,
but people thought it-
so that's the way it was
