An Artist Is an Artist

An artist is an artist when an artist is an artist And she don't stop being an artist 'cos she's old, you know? She don't roll down her sleeves Pick up her Zimmer frame and leaves Put down her pen, put on a hat Because of menopause An artist is an artist Until her heart and all its arteries Clog up and white blood cells They unsuspend themselves 'Cos an artist is an artist 'Till death do thus departest 'Till the brain is a sensation of its functionals An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist So go figure it out An artist is an artist when an artist is an artist And I don't stop being an artist 'cos of you, you know? They don't do all you say Pack up their life and die away 'Cos they think all your little views are educational There are days when they suspend ideas And reticence begins to wear upon a tired mind And they feel bad, of course And then they read your shit And lose the fucking will to live 'Cos your stupidity is raised above their principles An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist So go figure it out Go figure it out Go figure it out, is it an artist? Go figure it out An artist is an artist Without followers or fartists Without comments, without views, without consequence They ain't here for your pleasure Changing up like British weather 'Cos today you don't like mayonnaise on chips again And while I'm here, it's chips not fries So don't get fucking butterflies I didn't hang around to be my own echo 'Cos an artist is an artist when they wanna be anarchic 'Cos the narcissist in artist is beautiful An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist Oh, an artist is an artist Yeah, an artist is an artist Yeah, an artist is an artist Yeah, an artist is an artist Yeah, an artist is an artist So go figure it out Go figure it out Go figure it out, oh oh Go figure, go figure, go figure, oh, oh, oh