Paid For Vundabar

[Verse 1]
Mother, I don't like seeing you
Walking worry lines to their end
A crystal forms in the pressure and pain
And silences the loudness

[Pre-Chorus]
There's a man selling flowers in the intersection
Knee deep in the sun's syrup and resin
And the day creeps, the mind squeaks
Trying to stave off its own presence

[Chorus]
Don't ever pay for your painful
You got to get it for free
Taking tarnish and tangle
Making something to see
But it gets paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful
Paid for, paid for, painful, painful

[Verse 2]
Get me a plant that I can't kill
I'll get you an evening that you can't ruin
My hand is a stamp, my tongue is a lance
Cuttin' and blottin' at their incongruence