Length: 3:35

99 rooms in the Pharaoh’s tombs
He was a young and hungry king
He spent a lot of time in his room
Staring at the moon
And he loved to hear the young girls sing

Remember as you bleed for the Artist
He only goes the hardest way (ah aah!)
And as you plead for him to start this
You live to hear the Artist say “I love you!”

So Let the criticism start
And blow that poison dart
You never disrespect (disrespect)
The Artist or his art
It’s such a tender heart
The one that creates the art
Eh!

69 dudes just to get you in the mood
I got some issues with your style, girl
If my desires do intrude
This pleasant interlude
I’ll probably stay here a little while girl

And now you bleed for the Artist
Though it might not be the smartest play (ah aah!)
And as you try to tear apart this
You live to hear the Artist say “I love you!”

So let the nihilism start And read a little Sart(?)
You never did select
The Artist or his art
It’s such a wild heart
The one that bleeds the art

Descending scales of hollow corpse
Frescoes of angels on my heart
Statues of males and Christ adored
What begs the question “Is this art?”
Ay!

Bleed for the Artist
He only goes the hardest way (ah, aah!)
And as you plead for him to start this
You live to hear the artist say “That’s right!”

So throw your items in the cart
And burn the super mart
You can never separate
The Artist from the art
What finally stopped my heart?
Where to start?
Where to start?
Where to start?

We are the young and hungry patrons of the art!
We are the young and hungry patrons of the art!
What finally stopped my heart?
What finally stopped my heart? googoogoogoogoogoogoo