Fuck ’Em Fuck ’Em - The Lot Of ’Em lyrics
Song information
Artist: Tism Album: Gold! Gold! Gold! For Australia! - A Bonus Disc
Lyrics
Who needs one more tortured artist Whingeing about the pain Of being a creative genius And the heavy burden of fame? O! the struggles they have nightly Let's them understand completely The tragedy of brett whitely - Shame they're more like glenn wheatly Here's an exhausted actor Complaining about the shoot - When we're all shovelling guano For half the fucking loot - And the life of top fashion models Isn't all parties and glamour; But it ain't so fucking great either Working with a chisel and hammer Come, everybody, let's get together And shout, "well, hip hip hooray" 'Cos sebastian the theatre director Just put in another creatively draining day And, fuck me, let's fall over backwards 'Cos some snivelling rock star jerk Calls snorting cocaine in a studio The same thing that we all call "work" Fuck 'em - fuck 'em, the lot of 'em - You know, there's a harder job Than being a creative genius - It's being your garden style slob And going to work every morning; And catching that peak hour train - Two hours pushing a wheel barrow Hurts more than metaphysical pain You want to understand kafka And his tortured soul, never at rest? Forget about reading his novels - Get a job like him: behind a desk Artists are beyond good and evil; For them, morality is just crud - There's a bouncer who thinks the same thing When he's bashing heads down at the pub So put down those paints and brushes; Give up your creative fight - Die totally anonymous And teach your kids to be polite
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Gold! Gold! Gold! For Australia! - A Bonus Disc" album track list
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