Children, oh children, please raise up thy glasses Let us toast to the poets and bohemian masses Turn blood into booze and turn flesh into drugs A muse on your lap and a bottomless jug Dionysian, Apollonian We drink together Art is heaven for the pessimistic Romantic nomads in a cheap motel A gruesome hell for the masochistic Deaf to the dinner bell ‘Cause artists eat applauses Artists eat applauses Artists eat applauses Artists eat themselves Damnation lovers, spill tears on thy canvas And don’t give a fuck if they can’t understand us Fire and brimstone, libido and anguish A torn latex cassock and puke and fetish Bring us pain, bring us wine The more the better Art’s a fix for the sorrow bingers And godless heathens with no place to die With aching hearts and shaky fingers Waiting for the next reason to sigh Artists dream in colors Artists dream in colors Artists dream in colors And cry in black and white Art is shocking all the unprogressive Monsieurs et mesdemoiselles With hedonism and nude aesthetics And roman goddesses in a shell Artists aim for heaven Artists aim for heaven Artists aim for heaven Artists shoot themselves