Lyrics to An Artist Is An Artist
An artist is an artist
When an artist is an artist
And she don't stop being an artist 'cos she's old, you know
She don't roll down her sleeves, pick up her Zimmer frame and leave
Put down her pen, put on her hat because of menopause
An artist is an artist
Till her heart and all its arteries clog up
And white blood cells, they un-suspend themselves
An artist is an artist
Till the death doth us depart-est
Till the brain has a cessation of its functionals
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
So go figure it out
An artist is an artist
When an artist is an artist
And they don't stop being an artist 'cos of you, you know
They don't do all you say
Pack up their life and die away
'Cos they think all your little views are educational
There are days when they suspend ideas
And reticence begins to wear
Upon a tired mind, and they feel bad, of course
And then they read your shit
And fucking lose the will to live
'Cos your stupidity is raised above their principals
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
Go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out
An artist is an artist
Go figure it out
An artist is an artist
Without followers or fartists
Without comments, without views, without consequence
They ain't there for your pleasure
Changing up like British weather
'Cos today you don't like mayonnaise on chips again
And while I'm here, it's chips, not fries
So don't get fucking butterflies
I didn't hang around to be my own echo
Cos an artist is an artist
When they wanna be anarchic
'Cos the narcissist in an artist is beautiful
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
So go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out out out
Go figure go figure go figure...
When an artist is an artist
And she don't stop being an artist 'cos she's old, you know
She don't roll down her sleeves, pick up her Zimmer frame and leave
Put down her pen, put on her hat because of menopause
An artist is an artist
Till her heart and all its arteries clog up
And white blood cells, they un-suspend themselves
An artist is an artist
Till the death doth us depart-est
Till the brain has a cessation of its functionals
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
So go figure it out
An artist is an artist
When an artist is an artist
And they don't stop being an artist 'cos of you, you know
They don't do all you say
Pack up their life and die away
'Cos they think all your little views are educational
There are days when they suspend ideas
And reticence begins to wear
Upon a tired mind, and they feel bad, of course
And then they read your shit
And fucking lose the will to live
'Cos your stupidity is raised above their principals
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
Go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out
An artist is an artist
Go figure it out
An artist is an artist
Without followers or fartists
Without comments, without views, without consequence
They ain't there for your pleasure
Changing up like British weather
'Cos today you don't like mayonnaise on chips again
And while I'm here, it's chips, not fries
So don't get fucking butterflies
I didn't hang around to be my own echo
Cos an artist is an artist
When they wanna be anarchic
'Cos the narcissist in an artist is beautiful
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
So go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out out out
Go figure go figure go figure...
