Electric Six
Bleed For The Artist
Ninety-nine rooms in the Pharaoh's tombsHe was young and hungry kingHe spent a lot of time in his room, staring at the moonAnd he loved to hear the young girls singRemember as you bleed for the artistHe only goes the hardest wayAnd as you plead for him to start thisYou live to hear the artist to say:I love you!So let the criticism startAnd blow that poison dartYou never disrespect The artist or his artIt's such a tender heartThe one that creates the artSixty-nine dudes just to get you in the moodI got some issues with your style, girlIf my desires do intrude this pleasant interludeI'll probably stay here a little while, girlAnd now you bleed for the artistThough it might not be the smartest playAnd as you try to tear apart thisYou live to hear the artist say:I love you!So let the nihilism startLetras de cancionesAnd read a little SartreYou never deselect The artist or his artIt's such a wild heartThe one that bleeds the artDescend these scales of hollow chorus dressed girls of angels on my heartStatues of males and Christs adorn, but begs the question "Is this art?"Hey, bleed for the artistHe only goes the hardest wayAnd as you plead for him to start thisYou live to hear the artist say:That's right!So throw your items in the cart And burn the Super MartYou can never separate The artist from the artWhat finally stopped my heartWhere to start?Where to start?Where to start?We are the young and hungry patrons of the artsWe are the young and hungry patrons of the artsWhat finally stopped my heartWhat finally stopped my heartGoo, goo, goo, goo, goo, goo[Spoken:] I thought...is that the end of the song?
From Letras Mania