F - Art Lyrics
F - Art Lyrics
Art Gallery
Get away
I'd like to live on an island
Somewhere that's warm and inviting
But not too far away
Come inside
There's lots of wine in the cellar
Make mine a Valpolicella
That's a nice bouquet
I need a place that's out of reach
(Art gallery)
Even the birds have sanctuary
(Art gallery)
I want to walk along the sand
And have no-one bother me
Art gallery
Hello dear
Come up and look at my etchings
I mean the things I've been sketching
Please put those away
Let's make a date
But there's no space in my diary
Thanks to the Sizewell Inquiry
Takes up all my days
I need a place that's out of reach
(Art gallery)
Even the birds have sanctuary
(Art gallery)
I want to walk along the sand
And have no-one bother me
Art gallery
[MIDDLE 8]
Get away
I'd like to live on an island
But I don't know if I'll find one
Not too far away
I'll pack tonight
Put on events for the locals
Benefits, bingo and socials
Supplement my pay
I need a place that's out of reach
(Art gallery)
Even the birds have sanctuary
(Art gallery)
I want to walk along the sand
And have no-one bother me
Art gallery
Instead of throwing it away
(Art gallery)
They go and put it on display
(Art gallery)
I want to walk along the sand
And have no-one bother me
Art gallery
F - Art Lyrics
Lay down... and burn
Try it now... it won't hurt
Lie down, breathe in the fire
Watch your lungs start to burn
Let me know if it hurts...
Graphic thought, our tears are soaking together
Shall I lead her into the beautiful?
Try it now... it won't hurt
Lie down, breathe in the fire
Watch your lungs start to burn
Let me know if it hurts...
Graphic thought, our tears are soaking together
Shall I lead her into the future?
Another cure, our lifeblood combined with caltrate
Shall I see her into the beautiful?...
Here we're sold on bloodshot eyes, a pigment prize
From the earth
I'll stay here and stand strong, it's been too long...
Graphic thought, our tears are soaking together
Shall I see her into the beautiful?
Another cure, our lifeblood combined with caltrate
Shall I lead her into the beautiful?...
F - Art Lyrics
Bloodcurdling Reign Of Terror
Compunction On The God's Acre
Spikes In Your Handbredths
It's Only Your Dept
Inside The Cold Meat Box
Feelin' The Art Of Horrification...
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