Bob Mould
Bob Mould - Art Crisis lyrics
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Overhearing conversations turn into dust Critically acclaimed and publicly 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 every day'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