It's art as work, art as a concept
Art as your wine stains in the carpet
Art as all those words that you couldn't
Quite stomach

From the night before lying on the floor
Lying about all the pain we'd dealt before
And all that we'd deal to each other
Well it sounded good to me, till it came out desperately
Now you're on a thrown of porcelain and I can't
Keep myself from listening

Cause in the womb your precious, out your on your own
And if you really fuck it up kid, I hope your some rolling stone
Or you like that taste of drone
So shave your head, look pretty
And if you can't do that, look tasty
Cause it's pepper that's all they'll let you see

The only safety that I've found, was six feet underground
The only safety to be found is in

Is in art as work, art as a concept
Art as your wine stains in the carpet
Art as all those words that you couldn't
Quite stomach

I learned in your country
But I found him in the suburbs
Till I lost him in the city
Though I swear I saw him on the subway
I believe in that gospel, carry it by the bottle
And by that bullet and that bullet head
And I talk to him every night
In your pillow

He says, all he is, all he is
He's just, it's just

It's art as work, art as a concept
Art as your wine stains in the carpet
Art as all those words that you couldn't
Quite stomach