Art Crisis - Bob Mould

Overhearing conversations turn

Into dust

Critically acclaimed and publicity

Defamed

There’s nothing I can say about it

Much less I could do about it

Who cares anyway?

Who cares

Anyway?

There’s nothing I can do about it

Screw it, I don’t care about it

Nothing I can say about it

Hey, it’s OK now

Monkeys made of brass fly

Out of your ass

Self-destructive fool fell into the pool

So content with treading water

If it doesn’t get much hotter

Tired of everyday’s morality plays

There’s nothing I can do about it

Screw it, I don’t care about it

Nothing I can say about it

Hey, it’s OK now

I’m so tired of trying to explain

I’m so bored I hardly stand the strain

Everything you hate

Is everything that you created

Rollercoaster pharmacy of ups and

Downs

Endless ride upon your merry-go-

Round

Stupid is as stupid says

Now it all goes to your head

Inspirations fade / the failing grade