The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through

Is There Anybody Here Who Thinks That Following The Orders Takes Away The Blame Is There Anybody Here Who Wouldn't Mind A Murder By Another Name?

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

And I Won't Be Laughing At The Lies When I'm Goneand I Can't Question How Or When Or Why When I'm Gonecan't Live Proud Enough To Die When I'm Goneso I Guess I'll Have To Do It While I'm Here.

I'm Gonna Give All I've Got To Givecross My Heart, And I Hope To Live.

And If There's Any Hope For America, It Lies In A Revolution, And If There's Any Hope For A Revolution In America, It Lies In Getting Elvis Presley To Become Che Guevara.