They Burned Our Paintings - Western Addiction

We’re the anticult

Atonal radikale

Surreal and simplistic, vulgar and sadistic

In the motherland

Big Dada jazz men

Go tell the minister, modern life is sinister

Incomprehensible

No teachers to cure the soul

Narrow stairs to parade our worth

Hung abstract, anything but pure

You can burn our paintings

We’ll dream a thousand more

Each one more subversive than before

Imperial eagle

Drop the hammer and sickle

Socialist get realist, all hail degenerates

Played cathedral nice

Rhinos of Versailles

You can tell Joseph, modern life is grotesque

We’re reprehensible

Violent in color, reek of oil

The birth of expressionism

We’re here to smash symbolism

You can burn our paintings

We’ll dream a thousand more

Each one more coercive than before

I had to lash to something

So perverse and so sweet

Want to know how this turns out

Just ask the Romans and Greeks

You can burn our paintings

We’ll dream a thousand more

Each one more subversive

Please don’t burn our paintings

Lovely wretchery

Forbidden pleasures for all the world to see

Come see