Lyrics
Don't you like what you see
Fooled is the carpenter who hates his build and wastes a tree
Could he give it for free
Could he give it to teach
Won't you paint it up pretty
Make sure the lightings right and shadows fall on the other side
Paint up the cloudy city
To hate an art is a pity
A page of scribbles lines haunts the author
Amidst his changing mind
What sort of words did he squander
What sort of doubt there did he find
Keep on your toes
Stray strokes turn into gold
That's why I find flies on my radio
I know how it goes
Tough to give what is sold
But time flies in the foreground
Time flies in the foreground
Time flies in the foreground
Cooks discard when they flaw
While those around the corner lie there and starve
They both fight with flies on the wall
Why are there flies on the wall
Keep on your toes
Stray strokes turn into gold
That's why I find flies on my radio
I know how it goes
Tough to give what is sold
Time flies in the foreground
Time flies in the foreground
Keep on your toes
Stray strokes turn into gold
What's why I find flies on my radio
I know how it goes
Tough to give what is sold
Time flies in the foreground
WRITERS
John Baldwin, Joshua Jarman
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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Top Emotion
Sadness
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Theme
Abuse and Violence
