作曲 : John Carroll/Dave Reminick
Cracked up and gray, decayed.
Faded and falling deep into neglect.
I bet you’d benefit from a brush-up,
Some care, repairs.
Just a quick touch-up.
I’ll roll up my sleeves and leave you there with a fresh coat.
A touch too much...
Onward and ape-ward!
Lined up, the flock, in shock,
Gathers to witness.
They mass and lambaste my vast disasterpiece, gasping.
Soon the flood is relentless.
They crowd in the pews,
Acting loud and abusive.
They shun me a ton.
I’ve begun to resent this.
Maybe this is a blessing,
They spurned and they scoffed,
But we’re turning a profit.
And yet, I’m beset.
This is getting depressing.
Lock up all those Van Goghs and these Matisses.
One night I just might decide to give them all fresh coats.