A Conversation With Billy Bragg About The Purpose Of Art Songtext
von The Smith Street Band

I don′t come here with solutions
I come to you with ideas
I don't get no retribution
Can′t make the bad thoughts disappear

I want to make great art that doesn't sell
Tell a couple of contemporaries to go to hell
I don't know how to save the planet
But complaining doesn′t help

I don′t come here with an answer
Nor do I think that I can
I'm the party′s over dancer
Just the cleaners and the band


And I'm not trying to present fiction
And tell you that it is fact
I don′t care whose wares you're pitching
I don′t give a fuck about all that

I was poured into this body
For just one important thing
Nothing's ever gonna kill me
If I can play guitar and sing

I don't come here with an answer
Nor do I think that′s my job
I′m the party's over dancer
In the car park smoking bongs

I don′t come here with an answer
Nor do I think that I could
I'm the party′s over dancer
Pulling shapes I don't think I should
Should
Should