A honky-tonk delve glitterin' Like wild rats in kittenskin And all the blobs are the painters that cry To the father's first lullaby So let me paint you With my love With my love With my love Two men beyond the crowd Will be viewed as immature Because the king is invisible The king is invisible And death is a profession So let me paint you With my love With my love With my love With my love With my love It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you