David Keenan - National Gallery Pop lyrics

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 tell
Me how to live my life and how
To fix the 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