Keep the museum clean

Honey, give me back my ticket money
I feel like a seagull on dirt in here
In this rubbish-dump atmosphere
It really isn’t funny

Painting, are you rotting and are you fainting
You’re a dirty spider on the wall
And my darling loves it all
Oh, please stop masturbating!

Sick and so tired of it all
I remembered some words from the entrance hall
My ears are chimneys with steam
When I think of the words that I had seen:
“Keep the museum clean”

Sculpture, you just look like my grandmother
Between her wrinkles is a lot of dirt
She’s the ugliest thing on earth
She’s an artist living in the gutter!

Sick and so tired of it all
I remembered some words from the entrance hall
My ears are chimneys with steam
When I think of the words that I had seen:
“Keep the museum clean”

© 1996 Song and lyrics by Paul Schenk
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