Art Is a Disease

Art is a crusade 

For the unknown soldier 

To face that addiction 

In the mind of the beholder 

The fearless Arctic explorer 

Who died of exposure 

 

You can serve a life sentence 

If you're convicted 

Art's a disease that mocks the afflicted 

Art is a disease 

 

Art should be immersive 

Always filled with passion 

And not the preserve 

Of privileged detachment 

In a straitjacket uniform 

The height of fashion 

 

It can be a life sentence 

If you're convicted 

Art's a disease that mocks the afflicted 

Art is a disease 

 

I imagine his suicide 

As a demonstration 

Of Situationist Art 

A still-life installation 

Is anyone listening, to that sound 

Of a broken heart, fractured thought 

At the bottom of the river 

 

Art, no inhibitions 

At the exhibition 

He's standing naked 

Through the song he's singing 

He got no new clothes to wear 

Nothing's hidden 

 

You got to serve a life sentence 

If you're convicted 

Art's a disease that mocks the afflicted 

Art is a disease