Lyrics:
on the letter
I vowed not to cry anymore
If we survived the Great War
You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
First you say you want me
Flirt around and haunt me
Hold me til my blood starts to storm
Quickly things get chilly
You turn around and ask him,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
(You get your head down, will you)
I want you to march
Eyes go right, shoulder arms
Left wheel turn, show your charms
Change your clothes,
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
spell
A beautiful girl
A beautiful girl
Can turn your world into dust
Sell me a car that goes
Sell me a house that stands
I never cared
to be anounced
They're getting ready
Yeah I think their getting ready to go into the court room
Mr. Franklin, how can you say you promote christian
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
, come on
(Crazy, what you gon' do?)
Lift up your head and keep moving, (keep moving) turn the mic up
(Haunt you)
Peace to fashion police, I wear my
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
to mine
On Sunday
My day off
You know, Franz, I believe that artist is drawing us
Huh? Who?
Monsieur's friend
Monsieur would never think
God will turn it around
And make good songs for winners
You know that songs can make you wicked
Corrupt your flesh to dust
You know the songs that you
the dark out of the nighttime and turn the daytime black
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
You will start out standing,
and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
Philosophers and plowmen
Each must know
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
you strife
It will break you into pieces
It will ruin your life
If you chose to love an artist
Try and change the key
You should not love that artist
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
Philosophers and plowmen
Each must know
As the dew turns into frost
There is something that I hope will
Not be lost
The leaves will change, they'll start
To fall
I still wonder if it
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
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