Hotel Expressionism

Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Mitchell] Ahh, the fine art of hotel expressionism Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe The minibar can be part of the art also [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Example] The fine art of hotel expressionism Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe The minibar can be part of the art [Verse 1: Mike Skinner & Teddy Mitchell] In the early hours of a blurry hotel You meet guests and venture quest with them My word is word if you yearn success in hotel expressionism Stay away from small boutique hotels So when wrecked, there's no victim I've been ejected from hotels that When I'm checking in, will swear to be with it Man, I'm not some prank vandal Swinging the TV about at random Attached to the lamp stand for a handle Is the art of action through crafted illusion Tediously mischief from raking Or just full up, we'd hide from enemy pages Throwing the TV out the window, mate Is nothing clear of weak cliche It's vandalism and expressionist we keenly disassociate it I'm talking incontrovertible Structural damage human injury, real mayhem [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Example] The fine art of hotel expressionism Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe The minibar can be part of the art [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] (Glug, glug) Fill the iron with minibar brandy And blam, see, you have a brandy iron The sweet boozy steam moves freely And is, in no manner, mindless fun Express yourself in anyway, say anything you may And anyway, that man lied to you (That's fucking art, you fucking cunt The fucking damages are minor, fucker) But lout trashing is fucking droll Spelling through the death of rock and roll Rap and roll is separate to some acid trip 'Cause rock and roll is fucking old The group of girls you zone in on Have to be on their own there and pissed But you have a problem with the man they're with He's the dealer, but there's a rift You need to get him fucked up on his own shit Take his gear, he disappears Leave him there with his hand in a bucket of water Gaffer taped to a chair in a lift [Chorus: Mike Skinner] The fine art of hotel expressionism Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe The minibar can be part of the art [Verse 3: Mike Skinner & Teddy Mitchell] I'll tell you straight Hotel expressionism is his own form of art Because with normal art, someone, usually the artist They pour out their heart But its worth is decided by committee And has to obey the law of the sharks I tell expressionimists walk out the lift And on checking out pay for their art Real art should be nothing but that Shouldn't be about the money or fashion I make these crap rap rhythms To pay the hotel bills that fund my passion [Chorus: Mike Skinner] The fine art of hotel expressionism Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe The minibar can be part of the art [Outro: Tony Mitchell] It's tedious, the mischief from raking Why we hide from enemy pages Throwing the TV out the window, mate Is nothing clear of weak cliche It's vandalism and expressionism Is keenly disassociated I'm talking incontrovertible structural damage Human injury, well, mayhem basically