Performance Art, I’m the king
So grab a hammer, nail me to something
Let’s go, to the park and maybe eat a fur coat
Spray me with blood, and write
The word “guilt” all over my face
Hurry up, I’m the king of Performance Art
Let’s go to the park, Saturday
I’ll eat 100 apples while you burn
My feet, until I scream and people gather around
Performance Art, is my gig
I’ll stab myself while you squeal like a pig
Jessica can work the crowd and pass out literature
The critics won’t understand
No one will, they’re programmed by the man
So let’s, take these mannequin parts down to the park
Performance Art (Oh, we’re so f#cking dark)
Performance Art (Oh, we’re so f#cking dark)
Performance Art
Performance Art
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