Born Toulouse-Lautrec letra

I had a friend
He said he was an artist
Knew more than the average schmuck
He said he must have been given
A real gift
Well I said that was just dumb luck

All work is honorable
Yet art is just a job
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?

My work he said
Is so complex
So much so he couldn't sell it at an auction
He shuts his mouth
And dotes away
I guess he serves to serve a function

All work is honorable
Yet art is just a job
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?

What's to think
Is the difference between
The tortured artist or the union Joe
From the market I live in
To the world I see
Whatever we reap we're lucky if we sow

All work is honorable
Yet art is just a job
Let me spend my paycheck on a beer
No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods
I'm a worker, you're a worker
Wouldn't you like to be a worker too?

New Bomb Turks - Letras

• Ally Smile
• Apocalyptic Dipstick
• Automatic Teller
• Born Toulouse-Lautrec
• Bullish on Bullshit
• Continental Cats
• Defiled
• End Of The Great Credibility Race
• Killer's Kiss
• Mr. Suit
• Point A To Point Blank
• Quarter To Four
• Scapegoat Soup
• Shoot The Offshoot
• Spanish Fly By Night
• Straight-On Chaser
• The Roof
• Too Much
• Turning Tricks
• Wine And Depression
• Wrest Your Hands
• Your Beaten Heart