An artist is an artist
When an artist is an artist
And she don’t stop being an artist
'Cause she’s old, you know
She don’t roll down her sleeves
Pick up her zimmer frame and leave
Put down her pen, put on her hat
Because of menopause
An artist is an artist
Til her heart and all its arteries
Clog up and white blood cells
They un-suspend themselves
An artist is an artist
Til death do us depart-est
Til the brain has a cessation
Of its functionals
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
Go figure it out
An artist is an artist
When an artist is an artist
And they don’t stop being an artist
'Cause of you, you know
They don’t do all you say
Pack up their life and die away
'Cause they think all your little views are educational
There are days when they suspend ideas
And reticence begins to wear upon a tired mind
And they feel bad of course
And then they read your shit
And lose the fucking will to live
'Cause your stupidity is raised above their principles
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
Go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out (an artist is an artist)
(Go figure it out)
An artist is an artist
Without followers or fartists
Without comments, without views
Without consequence
They ain’t here for your pleasure
Changing up like British weather
'Cause today you don’t like mayonnaise on chips again
And while I'm here, it’s chips not fries
So don’t get fucking butterflies
I didn’t hang around to be my own echo
'Cause an artist is an artist
When they wanna be anarchic
'Cause the narcissist in artist
Is beautiful
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
An artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
Yeah, an artist is an artist
Go figure it out
Go figure it out
Go figure it out, out, out
Go figure, go figure, go figure
Out, out, out, out
