Murders and Executions

Yeah. This art is weak
In its pretty, pretty frame.
And, I’m barely through the week.
I’m barely through the week.
Will I ever be the same?
Yeah. But, I feel so weak.

Yeah. This art is at its peak
And, it’s brought me fame.
And, I’ve cultivated mystique.
I’ve cultivated mystique.
So, why do I feel so lame?
Yeah. But, I don’t feel so bleak.

I tell people I’m in Murders and Executions.
I sell steeples to faithless people.
I tell people I’m in Mergers and Acquisitions.
I sell cheap, old art to impress people.