Words and Music by Mike Shields
Vocals and instruments by Mike Shields
Produced by Mike Shields


Paint me a picture of the way it should be
What plans you had for life what were your dreams

Now I'll show you that picture it's torn to shreds
Colors dripping with tears and full of regret
And isn't it clear that you're already dead
Isn't it clear that you're already dead to me

Don't whine to me that it's all a disease
Don't let me hear you're back, back on your knees
Cause isn't it clear that you're already dead
Isn't it clear that you're already dead to me

You can only break a promise so many times
I can only hear so many lies

Your family's ruined your friends are all gone
Can't stop that drinking, no, that's how you hold on
But isn't it clear that you're already dead
Isn't it clear that you're already dead
Isn't it clear that you're already dead to me

Paint me a picture of the way it should be


Copyright 1997 Mike Shields