Mais oui, who's this? Another painter in town I think it's Theo's brother, you can tell by the frown Good man, what's your name? And what have you got? Just my Painting? How lovely I'll go find it a spot I'm Vincent Van Gogh Yeah, we know who you are You do? It's true Grab a glass from the bar Raw talent, no doubt, but your palette is hard You need Softness More angles Oh, shut up Bernard Right here, add more yellow, this section's too dark My brother had mentioned in passing remark that We'd help you? No worries It's because we're nice Sit back, have a drink See, we're full of advice Inspiration's around any corner You never know what you may find For every madam or monsieur has a story to tell with more wine In absinthe's absence you'll see There's no abstinence ever for me Does my brush make you blush from my objects of lust? 'Cause the busts that I paint are divine There's no guilt or chagrin In the doctrine of Gauguin Mon ami, mes amis, few and far between Raise your glass for life La vie You're the rich one, Paul, so you buy us the beer And how's your wife and child you haven't seen in a year? I'll admit, I'm a savage We've heard this before Is savage the word? Maybe it's whore Alright Calm your tempers For now we're all friends I'll just pray for your soul As the good lord intends We paint our destiny incessantly So loud and unrefined United in distaste we will embrace The madness of the grind Or lose our mind We have crédos too All of us Ugh, que la fou Toulouse-Lautrec is all about contour And speaks in the third person Hic What about you, monsieur? I believe in Contrast, symbols grounded in truth Something real and authentic Where's the vermouth? Emile is too simplistic Hey, my topics are vast At least it's not a dancer or a big horse's ass All of you argue like children Thanks, Grandpa Pissarro Glad you told us now, 'cause you might die tomorrow He's aging with grace Oh, Madame Morisot Has your head grown in size or is it just your chapeau? Speaking of size Okay My friends, I really hate to mother But you're at my café, and you need each other We paint our destiny allegedly Together, non-aligned United in distaste we will embrace The madness of our kind Or lose our mind We say that it's a brotherhood But we're all full of shit He's right It's you or me, my work or yours Much more than we'd admit And Vincent van Gogh, what of you? We're your confidants What's your style? What's your vision? Yes, what do you want? What do you want? What do I want? I want our brushstrokes to be interwoven Before we're condemned to a future that's broken Where all of our colors and thoughts and emotion Give us the strength against all our erosion A canvas with a key To finally set us free To finally set us free We paint our destiny with ecstasy To change all humankind United in distaste we will embrace The madness we designed Or lose our mind Shut up Or lose our mind