He's tired, he ain't sleepin'
He's old enough to know
The fears that keep you up
Are there at the break of dawn
Ain't no rest for the wicked
No wickedness for the rest
He'll paint on a smile
He's the man in the paper mask
He ain't mean, he ain't bitter
He's numb to all the pain
It's a reminder that he won the fight
With nothin' but his name
If you really want to know the truth
All you've gotta do is ask
He'll paint you a picture
Upon his painted mask
The jesters gather blindly
And hold fire in their hands
While the king is yelling orders
He works on his craft
He can draw you any face
But it was never meant to last
Like a castle made out of sand
He's the man in the paper mask
He used to have four pennies
And now he's got ten dimes
He got there working hard
On a job he called life
The burden gave him armor
And armor killed his past
The watercolors bleed
From the man in the paper mask
The jesters gather blindly
And hold fire in their hands
While the king is yelling orders
He works on his craft
He can draw you any face
But it was never meant to last
Like a castle made out of sand
He's the man in the paper mask
He's running out of faces
For the people who are scorned
You can see the man inside
Where the mask has been torn
The king demands answers
Hoping to get the last laugh
All the guards found
Was a damned old paper mask
Colby Acuff - Man in the Paper Mask Lyrics
Colby Acuff - Man in the Paper Mask Lyrics
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He's tired, he ain't sleepin'
He's old enough to know
The fears that keep you up
Are there at the break of dawn
Ain't no rest for the wicked
No wickedness for the rest
He'll paint on a smile
He's the man in the paper mask
He ain't mean, he ain't bitter
He's numb to all the pain
It's a reminder that he won the fight
With nothin' but his name
If you really want to know the truth
All you've gotta do is ask
He'll paint you a picture
Upon his painted mask
The jesters gather blindly
And hold fire in their hands
While the king is yelling orders
He works on his craft
He can draw you any face
But it was never meant to last
Like a castle made out of sand
He's the man in the paper mask
He used to have four pennies
And now he's got ten dimes
He got there working hard
On a job he called life
The burden gave him armor
And armor killed his past
The watercolors bleed
From the man in the paper mask
The jesters gather blindly
And hold fire in their hands
While the king is yelling orders
He works on his craft
He can draw you any face
But it was never meant to last
Like a castle made out of sand
He's the man in the paper mask
He's running out of faces
For the people who are scorned
You can see the man inside
Where the mask has been torn
The king demands answers
Hoping to get the last laugh
All the guards found
Was a damned old paper mask
He's old enough to know
The fears that keep you up
Are there at the break of dawn
Ain't no rest for the wicked
No wickedness for the rest
He'll paint on a smile
He's the man in the paper mask
He ain't mean, he ain't bitter
He's numb to all the pain
It's a reminder that he won the fight
With nothin' but his name
If you really want to know the truth
All you've gotta do is ask
He'll paint you a picture
Upon his painted mask
The jesters gather blindly
And hold fire in their hands
While the king is yelling orders
He works on his craft
He can draw you any face
But it was never meant to last
Like a castle made out of sand
He's the man in the paper mask
He used to have four pennies
And now he's got ten dimes
He got there working hard
On a job he called life
The burden gave him armor
And armor killed his past
The watercolors bleed
From the man in the paper mask
The jesters gather blindly
And hold fire in their hands
While the king is yelling orders
He works on his craft
He can draw you any face
But it was never meant to last
Like a castle made out of sand
He's the man in the paper mask
He's running out of faces
For the people who are scorned
You can see the man inside
Where the mask has been torn
The king demands answers
Hoping to get the last laugh
All the guards found
Was a damned old paper mask
Writer: Colby Acuff
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.