Breeders, The
Текст песни When I Was A Painter

In side lakes of Quarterly(?) I've been
Heard stories of air velveteen
Twenty hours later I fill the room
With bad sex and bad TV

Go, go, go *2

When I was a painter I painted you well
Too bad I have to die
You brought the essentials, perversion appeal
And many lovers at one time

Go, go, go *2
On and on, on, on

In side lakes of Quarterly(?) I've been
Heard stories of air velveteen
Twenty hours later I fill the room
With bad sex and bad TV

Go, go, go *2
On and on, on, on