Lyrics

This is the death of Sarah Lucas As painted by the mouth of Verona Sarah Lucas and the Turin Shroud Jesus Christ on a tea-towel Take the cigarette Sarah Put it in your mouth, smoke the fucker Light it, suck it, don't blow it Don't make a big deal about it I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas She's playing with morality She's using ambiguity She's using humour to question our preconceptions Wish I could be like her but I am not a girl "The Car's The Star" to glue the cigarettes on I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas There are things that I don't understand Maybe I'm an average man But Sarah, I'm sorry But I have to kill you I traced her to a member's bar She's holding court, she's talking art Doesn't fruit look funny in a gallery? It could be death by cigarette Or one true blow to the head Just plug Aunt Sally in the belly I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas