Trouble with Classicists

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The trouble with a classicist - he looks at a tree That's all he sees, he paints a tree The trouble with a classicist - he looks at the sky He doesn't ask why, he just paints the sky [Verse 2] The trouble with an impressionist - he looks at a log He doesn't know who he is standing staring at this log And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic [Chorus] That's the trouble with impressionists That's the trouble with impressionists That's the trouble with impressionists That's the trouble with impressionists [Verse 3] The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile They're like illegal aliens, trying to make a buck They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck [Chorus] That's the trouble with personalities That's the trouble with personalities That's the trouble with personalities That's the trouble with personalities [Instrumental Break] [Verse 4] I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains I like their lack of training, their primitive technique I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool [Chorus] That's the trouble with classicists That's the trouble with classicists That's the trouble with classicists That's the trouble with classicists