Pain Sure Does Bring Out

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

I Paint Mostly From Real Life. It Has To Start With That. Real People, Real Street Scenes, Behind The Curtain Scenes, Live Models, Paintings, Photographs, Staged Setups, Architecture, Grids, Graphic Design. Whatever It Takes To Make It Work.

The Cavalries Charged And The Indians Died, Oh The Country Was Young With God On Its Side.