58th Street, New York Hotel Chic All the gutter snipes are breathing in petrol
Gaze at Mondrian, stare at Rothko admire Kadinsky and Frida Kahlo
We're Art Sluts
It's pretty, but is it art
On the subway, down on Central Park Where we desperately buy up all your retro
David Johansson, Maureen Tucker, Andy Warhol and Miles in the gutter
We're Art Sluts
It's pretty, but is it art
In this changing world, we're the antidote We're the answer, we'll shove it down the alt-right throat
Nothing's normal, no one's nothing The tide is changing, we're the champions of nothing
We're Art Sluts
The counterculture
We're Art Sluts
Till the devil whispered behind the leaves It's pretty, but is it art