Electric Six - Bleed for the Artist Lyrics

Ninety-nine rooms in the Pharaoh's tombs
He was 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
And as you plead for him to start this
You live to hear the artist to say, "I love you!"

So let the criticism start and blow that poison dart
You never disrespect the artist or his art
It's such a tender heart the one that creates the art
Sixty-nine 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
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 Sartre

You never deselect the artist or his art
It's such a wild heart the one that bleeds the art
Descend these scales of hollow chorus dressed girls
Of angels on my heart, statues of males and Christs adorn,
But begs the question "Is this art?"

Hey, bleed for the artist he only goes the hardest way
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 arts
We are the young and hungry patrons of the arts
What finally stopped my heart
What finally stopped my heart
Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo, goo