Lyrics
It s for surreal, and rauchenberg gives a particular pain
to make way for neimans and no ones
It s for surreal, just who will it feed tell me who will it save Art, with one of those crutches he sold to man ray
Of collage and potage and potage st, no i don t give a shit about warhol
and do they expect us to stand this barrage
Just who will it feed tell me who will it save, just who will it feed tell me who will it save
Van gogh does a flip in his casket, bourgeois what s the deal
They don t need di carlo to tell them, and their pictures are easily framed on your walls
They don t need di carlo to tell them, like tv commercials that won t go away, rafaels and da vincis are moved down the hall
When your taste is confined to their palates, yes calder was hung up on mobiles, they don t need di carlo to tell them
Now dali just wants to be cornholed, bourgeois what s the deal
don t need to ask questions from cradle to grave
Yes calder was hung up on mobiles, of collage and potage and potage st, and oldenberg s really gone soft in the brain
Just who will it feed tell me who will it save, contained in that trivial parcel of art, when your taste is confined to their palates
Rafaels and da vincis are moved down the hall, just who will it feed tell me who will it save
tell me what good is color on canvas
Don t want no dada, van gogh does a flip in his casket, and their pictures are easily framed on your walls
with one of those crutches he sold to man ray
Contained in that trivial parcel of art, don t want no dada
and oldenberg s really gone soft in the brain
van gogh does a flip in his casket
Like tv commercials that won t go away, and oldenberg s really gone soft in the brain, bourgeois what s the deal
And do they expect us to stand this barrage, to make way for neimans and no ones
When your taste is confined to their palates, like tv commercials that won t go away The, yes calder was hung up on mobiles
No don t try to hand me no fantasy, the people who work for a living
Of collage and potage and potage st, they don t need di carlo to tell them
now dali just wants to be cornholed
Of collage and potage and potage st, no i don t give a shit about warhol
the people who work for a living
Contained in that trivial parcel of art, did you ever consider the malice aforethought
and oldenberg s really gone soft in the brain
And oldenberg s really gone soft in the brain, now art s just another distraction
Like rock and roll portraiture by guy pellaert, van gogh does a flip in his casket, to make way for neimans and no ones
and oldenberg s really gone soft in the brain
Of collage and potage and potage st, like rock and roll portraiture by guy pellaert
Like rock and roll portraiture by guy pellaert, tell me what good is color on canvas
rafaels and da vincis are moved down the hall
and their pictures are easily framed on your walls
the people who work for a living
of collage and potage and potage st
it s for surreal
they don t need di carlo to tell them
What s good and what s bad and what s really insane, contained in that trivial parcel of art
and oldenberg s really gone soft in the brain
It s for surreal, they don t need di carlo to tell them