The War On Art

Hey there, pretty angel

It's a war on art that we're dealin'

And if the price is right, then it's not selling

All these feelings from your mind

What a clever little girl

Write those lovely words and make us feel them

You can sign upon the line, no, it's not selling

We turn bleedin' into gold

Sell your soul

Like a teardrop falls upon the page

Reflecting pages so they know your name

And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go

But 'til this point, it's been everything that you know

If the moment never comes

You'll be sad when it's all said and done

Can't forget it's all about the imagery

And if they edit their way, you'll be left without the money

I used to know this guy

He was a full-on narcissist, I did not know it

He said, "this is your only chance, so don't you blow it"

And if you do, that will make you cry

Make you cry

All for a simple song

He sent these angry paragraphs 'cause I had dinner

With my friends, we were on tour, he was a clinger

Doin' him would not take long

Just want a song

Like a teardrop falls upon the page

Reflecting pages so they know your name

And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go

But 'til this point, it's been everything that you know

If the moment never comes

You'll be sad when it's all said and done

Can't forget it's all about the imagery

And if they edit their way, you'll be left without the money

Ah-ah

And if they edit their way, edit their way

Uh, uh

And if they edit their way, edit their way