Lyrics

I'm abstracting my home 'cause my socks feel alone And my neighbors are drones Am I worried at all? Watch the dots on my wall That my agent called "soul" And I'm painting the floor 'cause the ceiling's too tall And your cheque book too small I'm an artist of note, Jackson Pollock of sorts Perfect marvel of course Purpose O purpose there's nothing we saw Scratching the surface we go Not yet decided if meaning should wait Choice only choice always choice lonely choice Madness O madness there's somewhere we know Crossing the lines to and from Not yet decided on reasons to praise Choice only choice always choice lonely choice I've instructed my dog "Bite the hand that feeds most" But the lesson was lost Am I worried or not? Dr Jekyll was caught steeling Mr Hyde's front So I'll write of behinds "the enigma of crime" If you'll just pay in time I'm an artist of note William Burroughs of sorts Critics love-hate my pose Purpose O.... Nothing at all - Brilliant piece of work Nothing at all - Great just great Nothing at all - Shocking Simply Shocking Nothing at all - Absolutely transcendental