Electric Six - Bleed for the artist

^C#Ninety-nine rooms in the Pharaoh's tombs He was yo^Eung and hungry king He s^C#pent a lot of time in his room, staring at the moon And he lo^Eved to hear the young girls sing Remember as you b^C#leed for the artist He only goes the hardest ^Eway And as you p^C#lead for him to start this You live to hear the artist ^Esay: I love you! So let the cri^C#ticism start and blow that poison dart You ne^Ever disrespect The artist or his a^C#rt

The o^Ene that creates the art C# E

^C#Sixty-nine dudes just to get you in the mood I got some is^Esues with your style, girl If my d^C#esires do intrude this pleasant interlude I'll probably s^Etay here a little while, girl And now you bl^C#eed for the artist Though it might not be the sm^Eartest play And as you t^C#ry to tear apart this You live to hear the artis^Et say: I love you! So let the ni^C#hilism start and read a little Sartre You ne^Ever disrespect the artist or his art It's such a w^C#ild heart - the one that bleeds the art ^EDescend these scales of hollow chorus dressed girls of angels on my he^C#art ^EStatues of males and Christs adorn, but begs the question "Is this art^C#?" ^C#Hey, bleed for the artist He only goes the hardest w^Eay And as you pl^C#ead for him to start this You live to hear the artist s^Eay: That's right! So throw your i^C#tems in the cart And b^Eurn the Super Mart You can n^C#ever separate ^A The artist from the ar^Abt What finally stop^Eped my heart Where to st^C#art? Where to start? Where to start?

^EWe are the young and hungry pa^C#trons of the arts ^EWe are the young and hungry p^C#atrons of the arts ^EWhat finally stopped my heart What fi^C#nally stopped my heart