National Gallery Pop

My arms folded in silent contemplation oblivious to the throng immersed in my own inner song you felt you could rewrite history when next of all you walk straight into a lamppost it's so so good to be alive! What was once your call to arms a thing of ultimate importance reduced now to a slogan crudely sprayed upon a wall I'm talking my ball and going home what's the point in getting rich if you can't hoard it all alone?

The art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin the art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin look within look within look within a rin tin tin

Wired to the stars on some energy drink you tеll me how to live my life and how to fix thе human kitchen sink we call a world well I forgive you for being so tactless and unknowingly absurd how many like to you have how many likes do I have how many likes to you have what a beautiful currency we're so clever young and free

The art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin the art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin look within look within look within a rin tin tin

The dice man walked for you the dice man walked for you the dice man walked for me dice man walked for thee vibrations cinnamon buns hand laid stone for all of us commemorate me with a kiss think of me over tea about the things you missed

The art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of fringes the art world is full of binges and bad skin the art world is fussy the art world is a hussy the art world is full of binges the art world is full of fringes and bad skin look within look within look within a rin tin tin