Painter by Numbers Songtext
von Glenn Richards

Oh, what a mess you′re getting me in
You should stop having so many children
You breed like a white wedding Christian
Never heard the word that greed was a sin
And when you speak it's the operator
If you listen it′s the interrogator
Nothing adds up but you read like a calculator
You have a gift for blunders
A painter by numbers


The future for you and me is bleak
As long as you keep on keeping on with
Painting by numbers I know is chic
But it's in no way the finer technique
So many shared thoughts and ideas
So many feelings and fears
Welling up till your cheeks are wet with tears
While the leviathan slumbers
A painter by numbers

Oh, what a mess you're getting me in
You should stop having so many children

You mate like a modern Muslim
Already on to his 99th virgin
So many shared masterpieces
But they all share the very same features
Him, they got her, they got he, they got she
Ah yes, stunned is me
So many shared thoughts and ideas
So many feelings and fears
Welling up till your cheeks are wet with tears

While the leviathan lumbers on
You′re a painter by numbers