No TV for the weekend, babe
You're almost alive
Situated among thieves and skulls
Under blue light
Vinyl's cheaper than leather
It's almost a crime
Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times
Praise yourself girl it's beyond celestial!
I can see the future
But I can't tell lies
I deny them good intentions
Have some decency to mention
'Bout your fleeting eye
How you like to draw attention
Makes me wonder if I
Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times
Praise yourself boy it's beyond
Wear your gloves and count to ten
Feast of all mankind
Newly wed, but nearly dead
Sacred language
Makes us roar
Vulgar is the sound
Taste the whip now
Cry some more
Man, it feels so good to sin
Funny it feels so right
Such a hawk but such a hound
Human like impression
Under hollow sky
His figure rather sublime
Look what you made me do now
There's blood dripping on the couch
You see that man in the cloud
This is not art (this is)
This is not life (this is)
This is not art (this is)
This is not life
This is art
