You're a sinner dressed like a saint
dip your hands into the paint
draw me a picture, bloody and red
in with the knife, off with his head
up to the gallows, swing batter swing
crucify Jesus, king of the kings
finger on the trigger, bullet in brain
up in shackles 'til they go insane

draw me a picture, peaceful and blue
rest in the park with naught else to do
speak with the sunset and talk with the trees
look at the sky and fall to your knees
swallow the harsh words, out with the kind
keep walking forward and don't look behind
bring your chin up, make your eyes clear
lie to yourself, say there's nothing to fear.