All the rowboats, in the paintings   They keep trying to row away   And the captain's worried faces   Stay contorted and staring at the waves   They'll keep hanging, in their gold frames   For forever, forever and a day   All the rowboats, in the oil paintings   They keep trying to row away, row away      Hear them whispering, French and German   Dutch, Italian and Latin   When no one's looking, I touch a sculpture   Marble, gold, and soft as satin   But the most special are the most lonely   God, I pity the violins   In glass coffins, they keep coughin'   They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing      First there's lights out, then there's lock up   Masterpieces serving maximum sentences   It's their own fault for being timeless   There's a price to pay, and a consequence   All the galleries and museums   "Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs"   They're just public mausoleums--   The living dead fill every room   But the most special are the most lonely   God, I pity the violins   In glass coffins, they keep coughin'   They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing      They will hang there, in their gold frames   For forever, forever and a day   All the rowboats in the oil paintings   They keep trying to row away, row away      First there's lights out, then there's lock up   Masterpieces serving maximum sentences   It's their own fault for being timeless   There's a price to pay, and a consequence   All the galleries and museums   They will stay there forever and a day      All the rowboats in the oil paintings   They keep trying to row away, row away   All the rowboats in the oil paintings   They keep trying to row away, row away