Slow crows over a gold October
You're sitting getting colder as Van Gogh sobers
So you smack him with a boulder, tell him all the things you told her
And he paints it all in yellow, like a fire full of smolder
But you notice something missing in the corner of the corner
And he's hesitant to sign it, like he's waiting for an order
So you drive it to the chauffer, who then runs it to the porter
And you regroup in the night so you can sneak across the border
Time to pack again, oh my lord
Here we go back again, then we go forward
Time to pack again, said oh good lord
When the bad slink back, I think the good go forth
Clandestine cabin at the edge of the woods
For folks so rich, we don't look so good
Fencing five fakes from the front of a Ford
You must go crazy, you must go North
Toting ten tons of magenta and red
And the gentleman said what the gentleman said
You have it here by dawn or else you don't get paid
You've got to get rid of what your Van Gogh made
Time to pack again, oh my lord
Here we go back again, then we go forth
Time to pack again, said oh good lord
When the bad slink back, I think the good go forward
They murdered Matisse and then they greased Dali
A pack of lawyers got to Goya, set him free for a fee
See, they broke him down to nothing but a cautionary tale
Waiting wary in the ditches of the highway for a sale
Anbd some get lucky, but most get caught
I ain't about to claim we got the good fight fought
Because you might get ahead, but you won't get a heart
A lot lines fade when you're smuggling art
Time to pack again, oh my lord
Here we go back again, then we go forward
Time to pack again, said oh good lord
When the bad slink back, I think the good go forth