The War On Art

Hey there pretty angel
It's the war on art
That we're dealing
And if the price is right
Then it's not stealing
All these feelings from your mind

What a clever little girl
Write those lovely words
And make us feel them
You can sign upon the line
No, it's not stealing
We turn bleeding into gold
So sell your soul

Like a teardrop falls upon the page
Inflicting pain just so they know your name
And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go
But til this point it's been everything that you know
If the moment never comes
You'll be sad when it's all said and done
Can't forget it's all about the image honey
And if they had it their way
You'd be left without the money

I used to know this guy
He was a full on narcissist
I did not know it
He said this is your only chance
So don't you blow it
And if you do I'll make you cry
Make you cry
All for a simple song
He sent these angry paragraphs
'Cause I had dinner
With my friends
We were on tour
He was a clinger
To ruin him
Would not take long
With just one song

Like a teardrop falls upon the page
Inflicting pain just so they know your name
And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go
But til this point it's been everything that you know
If the moment never comes

You'll be sad when it's all said and done
Can't forget it's all about the image honey
And if they had it their way
You'd be left without the money

And if they had it their way
Had it their way

And if they had it their way
Had it their way