I went to Paris, saw all of that great art
Hangin' side by side upon the wall
Behold the keepers, behold the survivors
That's all
It makes 'ya think, gets your mind to wonderin'
If there's another soul, you can understand
I'm in an alley, pickin' through
Van Gogh's garbage can
I wouldn't do it for the money
I wouldn't bring nothing back
Just like to see with my own eyes
What a man like that might throw back
Every great writer, must have a story
That he wouldn't tell, to another soul
We hear the great voice
We get the diamonds, not the coal
It makes 'ya think, gets your mind to wonderin'
If there's another soul, you can understand
I'm in an alley, pickin' through
Shakespeare's garbage can
I wouldn't do it for the money
I wouldn't bring nothing back
Just like to see with my own eyes
What a man like that might throw back
What a man like that might throw back
What a man like that might throw back