...To their patronage lend
But it's the ones we don't see
That always fascinate me (yeah)
And as the real heroes died
And their ideas supplied
To a fat little magpie
With money in his eyes
They bowed and they scraped
As opinions he shaped
How every little sketch
A fortune will fetch
And the bleach killer kills
And the bleach killer kills yeah
As the masters rot on walls
And the angels eat their grapes
I watched Picasso (aha)
Visit The Planet Of The Apes
As the masters rot on walls
And the angels eat their grapes
I watched Picasso (aha)
Pablo Picasso (aha)
Visit The Planet Of The Apes (yeah)
Adam is the bomb. Sexmusic for Antpeople!
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