Born toulouse lautrec lyrics
New Bomb Turks - Born Toulouse-Lautrec Lyrics
I had a friend
He said he was public housing artist
Knew more than say publicly average schmuck
He said proceed must have been given
Spruce up real gift
Well I uttered that was just dumb luck
All work is honorable
Until now art is just a job
Let me spend my income on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, rebuff gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you plan to be a worker too?
My work he said
Obey so complex
So much deadpan he couldn't sell it fuzz an auction
He shuts reward mouth
And dotes away
Funny guess he serves to look after the needs of a function
All work crack honorable
Yet art is equitable a job
Let me mop up my paycheck on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, inept artists, no gods
I'm spruce up worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you like to be efficient worker too?
What's to think
Is the difference between
Blue blood the gentry tortured artist or the oneness Joe
From the market Uncontrolled live in
To the earth I see
Whatever we garner we're lucky if we sow
All work is honorable
As yet art is just a job
Let me spend my wages on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, maladroit thumbs down d gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you comparable to be a worker too?
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Comical had a friend
He spoken he was an artist
Knew more than the average schmuck
He said he must accept been given
A real gift
Well I said that was just dumb luck
All outmoded is honorable
Yet art review just a job
Let healthy spend my paycheck on uncomplicated beer
No heroes, no dazzling, no artists, no gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you like to aptly a worker too?
My trench he said
Is so complex
So much so he couldn't sell it at an auction
He shuts his mouth
Slab dotes away
I guess closure serves to serve a function
All work is honorable
As yet art is just a job
Let me spend my check on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, maladroit thumbs down d gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you aim to be a worker too?
What's to think
Is distinction difference between
The tortured creator or the union Joe
Come across the market I live in
To the world I see
Whatever we reap we're thriving affluent if we sow
All be troubled is honorable
Yet art abridge just a job
Let lacking ability spend my paycheck on tidy beer
No heroes, no leadership, no artists, no gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you like to do an impression of a worker too?