He knows every kind of brush, knows their use
He draws every person with a blush and a bruise
He is a sketch of a bomb you can’t defuse
Safety is just a colour on his painting named excuse

He’s painting shadows in the air
the air, the air, the air
He’s painting shadows in the air

He’s the only guest at his exhibition
If you listen carefully you can hear his true words
He won’t let anybody in,
If it’s not his kin,
The rest must sing
the song of liberty and justice

And now his work is nearly finished
It’s the hand of the devil he has kissed
Beware: You can’t say it wasn’t your fault
Don’t pretend this miscreed will never intend
to force you to bend

It’s not far, far, far away from some hope
They’re not far, far, far, to bring back the old

Don’t you ever give them a chance,
never give ‚em a chance! no!