Amadeus Mozart everybody knew him back then
His last song was called the mass for the dead
Mozart Amadeus everybody knew back then
Living for the moment and never for the fame
Artistic triumph canvassed and a Pouring Bloody Rain
Pouring bloody rain on a sea of colored notes
Pouring bloody rain how I needed you the most
Pouring bloody rain on a sea of colored notes
Pouring bloody rain how I needed you the most
Vincent was a genius while living with depression and despair
And know one cared
One starry starry night hearing voices he cut off his own ear
And nothing could stop him nothing could stop him from going insane
Living for the moment and always for the fame
Artistic triumph canvassed and a pouring bloody rain
Pouring bloody rain on a sea of colored notes
Pouring bloody rain how i needed you the most
Pouring bloody rain on a sea of colored notes
Pouring bloody rain how i needed you the most
It's not about the fame or the money you see
It's no mystery about our history
Mozart's last song was a mass for the dead
Vincent drank turpentine and wasn't right in the head
It's all there it was plain to see
At that time they didn't know it was a mental disease
Living for the moment and never for the fame
Artistic triumph canvassed and a pouring bloody rain