[Verse 1]
I think images are worth repeating, images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting, from a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating, project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening, see them with a different feeling
Images, those images
Images, those images

[Verse 2]
Some say images have no feeling, I think there's a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision, or so it's seeming, instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings, things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating and repeating and repeating
Images, ah images
Those images, images

[Verse 3]
I'm no urban idiot savant, spewing paint without any order
I'm no sphinx, no mystery enigma, what I paint is very ordinary
I don't think I'm old or modern, I don't think I think I'm thinking
It doesn't matter what I'm thinking, it's the images are worth repeating
And repeating
Those images, images

[Verse 4]
If you're looking for a deeper meaning, I'm as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning, you might find me very simple
You might think the images are boring, cars and cans and chairs and flowers
And you might find me personally boring - hammer, sickle, Mao Tse Tong Mao Tse Tong
Those images, those images
Images
[Outro]
I think that it bears repeating, the images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating and repeating and repeating
Images, images
Those images, those images