The Sugar Riots
Текст песни The Painter

The rugged painter walks the streets of the city that he once adored
The mass comes out begging for scraps dragging their tired bodies over the floor
He hates it, he hates it,
he absolutely hates it. But he'll always draw one more

Go tell your friends they are forgiven
Go tell them they can return
Go tell them the painter is back in town
Ready to make the spark burn

The minor things they have to give up now
are worth years of peace and success
The painter's luck is about to change
The rebel's heart has returned from the dead

Revolution in form of pictures. The white cross marks the spot
One paintbrush mightier than 100 pens. The painting will start the flood
It's necessary, it's essential,
it's the only option that is left. The painting will start the flood

Go tell your friends they are forgiven
Go tell them they can return
Go tell them the painter is back in town
Ready to make the spark burn

The minor things they have to give up now
are worth years of peace and success
The painter's luck is about to change
The rebel's heart has returned from the dead

It is the only option. That is left.
Even the Gods will be in awe. The painting will start the flood.
This is the only option. It is left.
The only option. The painting will start the flood.