Bleed For The Artist by Electric Six
Key: DD | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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Ninety-nine rooms in the Pharaoh's tombs
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He was young and hungry king
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He spent a lot of time in his room, staring at the moon
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And he loved to hear the young girls sing
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Remember as you bleed for the artist
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He only goes the hardest way
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And as you plead for him to start this
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You live to hear the artist say: I love you!
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So let the criticism start and blow that poison dart
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You never disrespect
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The artist or his art 
It's such a tender heart
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The one that creates the art
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Sixty-nine dudes just to get you in the mood
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I got some issues with your style, girl
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If my desires do intrude this pleasant Interlude
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I'll probably stay here a little while, girl
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And now you bleed for the artist
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Though it might not be the smartest play
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And as you try to tear apart this
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You live to hear the artist say: I love you!
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So let the nihilism start and read a little Sartre
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You never disrespect the artist or his art
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It's such a wild heart - the one that bleeds the art
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Descend these scales of hollow Chorus dressed girls of angels on my heart
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Statues of males and Christs adorn, but begs the question "Is this art?"
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Hey, bleed for the artist
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He only goes the hardest way
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And as you plead for him to start this
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You live to hear the artist say: That's right!
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So throw your items in the cart
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And burn the Super Mart
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You can never separate
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The artist from the art        
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What finally stopped my heart
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Where to start?
Where to start?
Where to start?
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We are the young and hungry patrons of the arts
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We are the young and hungry patrons of the arts
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What finally stopped my heart
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What finally stopped my heart
Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo, goo