Elephant Costume Lyrics

We treat the minor prophets

Like flies in the ointment

As if any course correction

Is just cause for disappointment

The artist comforts the disturbed

And disturbs the comfortable

We live in an awesome world

But not everything is wonderful

Thank God someone's talking

About the elephant in the room

Even if they have to dress up

In an elephant costume

Great artists know great beauty

But they also know great grief

They have the gift of sorrow

And the gift of belief

With years and years of training

To make the medicine go down

There's nothing as effective

As a sad-hearted clown

Thank God for the artists

Who take the time to care

Who trade pain for beauty

And their vulnerable hearts share

Some devote their lives

To a paramount cause

Not just living for the accolades

And the arbitrary applause

With paints and brushes and easels

With 88 keys

Have the enemy in the cross hairs

While still aiming to please

Thank God for the artists

Who sacrifice their lives

Endure life's slings and arrows

So that others can truly live

Thank God for the artists

Who give their heart and time

And may we never live in a world

Where self-expression is a crime