Art Crisis Songtext
von Bob Mould

Overhearing conversations turn
Into dust
Critically acclaimed and publicity
Defamed
There′s nothing I can say about it
Much less I could do about it
Who cares anyway? Who cares
Anyway?

There's nothing I can do about it
Screw it, I don′t care about it
Nothing I can say about it
Hey, it's OK now


Monkeys made of brass fly
Out of your ass
Self-destructive fool fell into the pool
So content with treading water
If it doesn't get much hotter
Tired of everyday′s morality plays

There′s nothing I can do about it
Screw it, I don't care about it
Nothing I can say about it
Hey, it′s OK now

I'm so tired of trying to explain
I′m so bored I hardly stand the strain

Everything you hate
Is everything that you created

Rollercoaster pharmacy of ups and
Downs
Endless ride upon your merry-go-
Round
Stupid is as stupid says
Now it all goes to your head
Inspirations fade / the failing grade