Painter, painter, painter you got it all wrong You strived to capture the body and neglected the soul And who is gonna paint the thoughts that sever my sleep When I am alone with the bottle and all of my sins You searched for a truth but you favoured your eyes, painter Painter, paint with your mind Painter, painter, painter you are not Oscar Wilde He knew the body is a vessel with Krakens inside And who will paint the flower when it's still in a vase The truth is bitter and sour but it's good for the heart You search for the truth but you favour your eyes Painter, painter, paint with your mind Painter, painter, painter, you were born with a curse The will to be wanted, adored and caressed But remember Rodin the genius of clay He captured the thoughts of beggars and slaves You search for a truth but you search with your eyes, painter Painter please paint with your mind, please paint with your mind