Painters Paint

They stumble about
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 in 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