Cheap As Art - Matisse

They’re coming from the trees

It’s OK with me

They know (think) so they think they can be

They’re hideous, devout and second hand

God will help the one who helps himself

So, my days end in you

Angel of shame holds the key of night

The magic words are «fungus babies»

And my days end in you

Millenium of shame

Time for a fart

Someone help the lost souls

We did our best

All was done in vain

Who can fight creatures so profain?

So my days end in you

They’re coming from the trees

Now they smell of rotten leaves

And my days end in you

I said I’d other things to do

But I came running back to you

Looked deep inside

You can’t say deep

Unless you sleep

We could never be CHEAP AS ART