They Provide the Paint for the Picture-Perfect Masterpiece That You Will Paint on the Insides of Your Eyelids

There is a man with no face and a name I don't remember
 Lives in a house in the middle of the woods
 And he said once “Son, don't you ever laugh out loud
 For they are listening, oh yes they are listening
 Oh you've got to be strong
 Oh, you've got to keep holding on
 It's now just a matter of time”
 They provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece that you will
 Paint on the insides of your eyelids
 Can you possibly see anything you want to see?
 No, hell no, there's nothing wrong with the way I see
 And he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war
 He wanted to kill and fight and maim but not be told what he was fighting for
 And that's the way it's going to have to be, my friend
 And that's the way it's going to have to be, my friend
 I passed a man on the corner in the city yesterday
 Singing “Yada yada yada and tomorrow it'll end”
 And I thought I'd never live to see another sunny day
 But I'm here and I'll be here until the end
 So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
 Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
 Watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
 Don't die for anything less than the best of life
 The things they said went to your head
 But you never tried to understand
 What they take, you will never take back
 What they take when take what they can because they can from you
 You follow me and you follow me but you never ask why
 And I wonder what you're under could this be another piece of the
 I don't know, I just do what they say
 Because they say what to do in a matter of fact way
 But don't stop because you might get burned
 And you might just learn to stand on your own two feet
 And I think that it's neat how you learn to repeat
 Everything that you hear in the street so well
 Learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
 You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
 And everyone was resting because they thought it was the end
 And even if it wasn't, they decided to pretend
 And somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering
 “You can fight all you want, they will win in the end”
 Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bed
 I am taken to the forest to that isolated shed
 And I wake with is words resonating in my head
 And I can't stop thinking about the gist of what he said
 So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
 Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
 Watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
 Don't die for anything less than the best of, everyone settles for the rest, not the best of
 I will die for no less than the best of life