Swords and a Paintbrush - Cibo Matto

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Everything in

Till he’s hand baked

He believed I was doing alright, doing alright

When he walks on the back of the hill

He killed people as a soldier

Till he’s hand baked he knows he’s not doing alright

He knows he’s not doing alright

He knows he’s not doing alright

He knows he’s not doing alright

He knows I’m not doing alright

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

He came back to his home

And he met a beautiful girl

He wanted to his hand by the storm

He knows he’s not doing alright

He knows he’s not doing alright

He knows he’s not doing alright

He knows I’m not doing alright

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night

Swords and a paintbrush

Here through day and night