The Smell Of An Artist - Cats On Fire

I see they got your picture in this time

You already cut it out and framed it

You say you like them when they’re raging

You read the caption out aloud

«I just love the things that haven’t been done before»

Emotions, estethics and animal rights

What are these to a man with your abilities

Your talent is close to boiling over

If we could understand

We wouldn’t bother you with one or two missing cats

But you know it’s a shameless piece of shit

Still you love yourself in many different ways tonight

Because you know they can’t really get you

You and your art is sacred and they don’t like you because you’re new

Say would you explain this a second time

These dead birds on toothpicks tell me nothing

You complain about the lack of words

While I can hardly breathe

You say the smell is there to help me understand

And you know, it’s a shameless piece of shit

Still you love yourself in many different ways tonight

Because you know they can’t really get you

You and your art is sacred and they don’t like you because you’re new

And you know you’re evil, but who’s to tell?

Still you love yourself in many different ways tonight

Because you know they can’t really get you

You and your art is sacred and they don’t like you because you’re new