The Painter Lyrics

Why are you still dreaming?
Why don't you get a job?
Why are you still dreaming?
We wish that you would stop

You call yourself a painter
With spots on your shoes
You call yourself a painter
That's all you ever do

If you don't join the circus
You will end up in the snow
Somewhere in a forest
Where there's nobody at all

I could never live
I gotta keep a little light on
I gotta keep my little light on
Till the day I die

How can I get the show right
When you're smoking cigarettes
How can I get the show right
I forbid you to look sad

I hope you have a mother
Who will tell you when you're wrong
Please don't say that you're being young
'cause it is taking you too long

I could never live
I gotta keep a little light on
I gotta keep my little light on
Till the day I die