"Art's Exhibit" lyrics
A hole I don't remember in my wall
Look through the hole
Dig into the wall
Images I hoped I'd never see
Deck the hall in rows
I painted them years ago
In someone else's blood
With someone else's love
I painted with the curtains drawn
When the agents said they'd pay me well
If I signed on to sell
Some old singer told me that it burns
I laughed at what he said
And took a piece of bread
A quiet crying stopped me and I turned
A young child's innocence
Stained black in my ink
I'll give you back the wages that I've earned
Throw them on the floor
I remember something more
"And what is that to us?
We'll keep your body hung
Preserved in a plastic box
Immersed inside our fluids
For the exhibit"
Look through the hole
Dig into the wall
Images I hoped I'd never see
Deck the hall in rows
I painted them years ago
In someone else's blood
With someone else's love
I painted with the curtains drawn
When the agents said they'd pay me well
If I signed on to sell
Some old singer told me that it burns
I laughed at what he said
And took a piece of bread
A quiet crying stopped me and I turned
A young child's innocence
Stained black in my ink
I'll give you back the wages that I've earned
Throw them on the floor
I remember something more
"And what is that to us?
We'll keep your body hung
Preserved in a plastic box
Immersed inside our fluids
For the exhibit"
