Art is for the filthy rich and their noble fucking minds, Cause they're the only arseholes with any fucking time To get to the theatres and the galleries and the restaurants to dine While all the grotty working class are working down the mines. They're really very self aware and like to love all men And wouldn't want to eat an egg that comes from a battery hen And support univeral justice, and think life is absurd Just like they've read in Kafka and the other bloody pretentious nerds. I'd rather ride to Broady and get my face beat in Disfigured for life by some lethal lout with a bit of tin And when I'm in my hospital bed, my face slashed down the middle - At least I won't be called 'artistic', or any of that piddle.