"My Life In Art" lyrics

Wendy gets high for the second show
I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar

She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips
Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money

She left her home in a pick-up truck
Left her husband when he beat her up
And now she works all night

But the Kansas wind won't freeze her heart
No, the rain just rolls right off her back
It's gonna be alright

Just tell me about the boulevards
Tell me about your life in art

You look so young and you talk so old
Lighten up, babe, I might take you home
If you're lucky

You read some books and they broke your heart
But you don't know one thing about life
You're just a pretty boy

And she stares so hard at those neon lights
Yeah, I swear to God she's gonna bust them up
She's gonna bust them up

Just tell me about the boulevards
Tell me about your life in art
Yeah, tell me about the boulevards
'Cause Europe always seems so far

She laughs as she lights a cigarette
Throws her arms around my head
She says, "I'll kill you"

I'll kill you just for trying
(I'll kill you just for trying)
I'll kill you just for trying
(I'll kill you just for trying)
'Cause you don't have the money
You don't have the money

Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits
Tell me all about your pretty boy face
Yeah, tell me all about your pretty boy face

I'll kill you just for trying
(I'll kill you just for trying)
I'll kill you just for trying
(I'll kill you just for trying)