Painters Paint

They stumble around the lobby bears
The name forgotten inside the hour
And what they became
The painters paint all those sad old saints
Take the dust sheet down in this old theme town

A feel for the sea does not appeal to me
And winter's not cold enough like it's meant to be
The painters paint all those sad old saints
Take the dust sheet down from this old theme town

The painters paint all those sad old saints
Take the dust sheet down in this old theme town
Now we're spoiled for choice, came the trooper's voice
Take an endless guess at my friendliness