I need to get out
Out of this time well
Wasted with all the rest of the treasures of consignment
You're not so intelligent
You try and formulate
But the equations, they escape
Turning art into commerce is so perverse
But you do it anyway
So here's our famous questions
What's wrong with you, now?
Can you waste any more of my
Precious time
Situation normal, all fucked up
Situation cool, I swear I'm not
Space age boy to the tenth power
The blank piece of paper
Is this artist terror?
IQ of seventy-five, untrainable
And barely stable
So here's our famous questions
What's wrong with you, now?
Can you waste any more of my
Precious time
Situation normal, all fucked up
Situation cool, I swear I'm not
Space age boy to the tenth power
Space age boy to the tenth power
Space age boy to the tenth power
Space age boy to the tenth power
Space age boy to the tenth power
Situation normal, all fucked up
Situation cool, I swear I'm not
Space age boy to the tenth power
Space age boy to the tenth power
Space age boy to the tenth power
