An artist is an artist When an artist is an artist And she don't stop being an artist 'cos she's old, you know She don't roll down her sleeves, pick up her Zimmer frame and leave Put down her pen, put on her hat because of menopause An artist is an artist Till her heart and all its arteries clog up And white blood cells, they un-suspend themselves An artist is an artist Till the death doth us depart-est Till the brain has a cessation of its functionals An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist So go figure it out An artist is an artist When an artist is an artist And they don't stop being an artist 'cos of you, you know They don't do all you say Pack up their life and die away 'Cos they think all your little views are educational There are days when they suspend ideas And reticence begins to wear Upon a tired mind, and they feel bad, of course And then they read your shit And fucking lose the will to live 'Cos your stupidity is raised above their principals An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist Go figure it out Go figure it out Go figure it out An artist is an artist Go figure it out An artist is an artist Without followers or fartists Without comments, without views, without consequence They ain't there for your pleasure Changing up like British weather 'Cos today you don't like mayonnaise on chips again And while I'm here, it's chips, not fries So don't get fucking butterflies I didn't hang around to be my own echo Cos an artist is an artist When they wanna be anarchic 'Cos the narcissist in an artist is beautiful An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist An artist is an artist So go figure it out Go figure it out Go figure it out out out Go figure go figure go figure...