Tom Pacheco
VAN GOGH




He only sold one painting in his life
He only sold one painting in his life
He sliced off his own ear with one quick thrust of his knife
He only sold one painting in his life

He walked into the sunny fields of wheat
He walked into the sunny fields of wheat
He waved a loaded pistol at the blue sky in the heat
He walked into the sunny fields of wheat

He shot himself, ten black crows flew away
He shot himself, ten black crows flew away
His paintings sell for millions on the market place these days
He shot himself, ten black crows flew away

He woke up in the chilly twilight air
He woke up in the chilly twilight air
Blood upon his hands, on his clothes, and in his hair
He woke up in the chilly twilight air

He staggered to his room and alone he lay 
He staggered to his room and alone he lay 
Two more days went by till his spirit slipped away 
He staggered to his room and alone he lay

His landlord nailed some paintings to a fence 
His landlord nailed some paintings to a fence 
They made great target practice; their colors so intense 
His landlord nailed some paintings to a fence

Artists walk the high wire over hell 
Artists walk the high wire over hell 
Pieces of their souls are all they've gotto sell 
Artists walk the high wire over hell