Plateau Below - Eternal Fame Lyrics

I wanna make it like the great artists did
Always hold a cigarette
Be hip on fashion
Do cocaine
Where can I buy some cocaine?
I'm gonna try it like the fine artists did
Have several children by ten different women
Just to be safe
I'll give em all goofy names

And when the critics ask me
"What does this piece mean?"
I'll ask them to search internally
And I'll present it with such poise, such wit
But in reality it won't mean shit

I'm gonna do it like the true artists did
Stand for the people but still mingle with the rich
I hate the man, man!
But that's my check in his hand!

When finally
My subversion poses too much of a threat
I'll be exiled by the U.S. government
I'll move to Spain
Overdose on cocaine
Die lonely, poor, and deranged
But gain my eternal fame

And I'd have made it like the great artists did
The kind of living that the fine artists lived
Oh yeah, I think I'll make it like the great
True artists did