I read your propaganda
When they say art you reach for your handgun
Every time I’m with you I get a contact low I want to grab my art this bullshit
show
New York City won’t ever tell you to go to sleep
You’ll kill yourself before you find your bed with some creep
You’re like the queen bee with your pickup the drones
You got your movie and the headphones
Between art vandalism
Between love and cannibalism
The high road never really leaves you with regret
But what always feels good to punch a troll when you’re upset
So count your blessings while you still got your teeth and hope the bigots find
a rock to hide underneath
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Between art vandalism
Between love and cannibalism
Between art vandalism
Between love and cannibalism
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa