Momus - The Art Creep is Dead lyrics

The art creep is dead his name was Fred
He hanged himself from a gallery wall
In a decolonising biennial
He was the lone bobo the great white fail
Cos he failed to victimise or collectivise
So they sent him up to the big art jail

And I'd like to say
Of the many characters I play
The art creep never was really anything
Like me in any way anyway

The art creep is dead his name was Fred
After one too many guilty
Biennials he simply said "This world is sad
The good times I've had don't sit well
With the punitive agendas of curators who
Run this world

And I'd like to say
Of the many characters I play
The art creep never was really anything
Like me in any way anyway

The art creep is dead mourned by none
Torn to shreds for all the
Insensitive things he's done
He stole that beat from the Shinto shrine
Did a stupid dance and passed
It off as his own
And he stared at the festival maidens
With heteronormative lust in his heart

And I'd like to say
Of the many characters I play
The art creep never was really ever
Anything like me in any way anyway

The art creep is dead

And if he'd been a lesbian Indonesian
Who can say? He might still be
There to see today

And I'd like to say to clarify
He's just one of the
Horrible characters I play not me in any way
The art creep is dead