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