Born Toulouse-Lautrec Songtext
von New Bomb Turks

I had a friend, he said he was an artist
Knew more than the average schmuck
He said he must have been given a real gift
Well, I said that was just dumb luck

All work is honorable, yet art is just a job
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods
I′m a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn′t you like to be a worker too?

My work, he said, is so complex
Not so much, couldn't sell it at an auction
He shuts his mouth and dotes away
I guess he serves to serve a function


All work is honorable, yet art is just a job
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods
I'm a worker, you′re a worker
Wouldn′t you like to be a worker?

Go!

What's to think the difference between
The tortured artist orthe union Joe
From the market I live in, in the world I seen
Whatever we reap, we′re lucky if we sow

All work is honorable, yet art is just a job
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods
I'm a worker, you′re a worker
Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?

Too
Come on

Do it more

Go