Oh, that's lovely
M.O.D. - A.I.D.S.
Striking out in a different direction we come to this lyric:
The artist knew their faces well
Husbands of his lady friends
his creditors and councellors
in armor bright the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
in poses keen from bygone days
city fathers frozen there
upon the canvas dark with age
The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And dutch respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
(I give you so much so you won't need google, I hope.)