Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night

Everything in his sight
Till he's hand baked
He believed I was doing alright, doing alright
When he walks on the battlefield
He killed people as a soldier
Till he's hand baked he knows he's not doing alright

He knows he's not doing alright
He knows he's not doing alright
He knows he's not doing alright
He knows I'm not doing alright

Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night

He came back to his home
And he met a beautiful girl
He wanted to [?] his hand by the storm
He knows he's not doing alright
He knows he's not doing alright
He knows he's not doing alright
He knows I'm not doing alright

Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night
Swords and a paintbrush
Here through day and night