The War On Art

The War On Art - Robinson

Composed by：Anna Mary Robinson/Charles Macdonald

Produced by：Charles Macdonald

Hey there pretty angel

It's the war on art

That we're dealing

And if the price is right

Then it's not stealing

All these feelings from your mind

What a clever little girl

Write those lovely words

And make us feel them

You can sign upon the line

No it's not stealing

We turn bleeding into gold

So sell your soul

Like a teardrop falls upon the page

Inflicting pain just so they know your name

And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go

But 'til this point it's been everything that you know

If the moment never comes

You'll be sad when it's all said and done

Can't forget it's all about the image honey

And if they had it their way

You'd be left without the money

I used to know this guy

He was a full on narcissist

I did not know it

He said this is your only chance

So don't you blow it

And if you do I'll make you cry

Make you cry

All for a simple song

He sent these angry paragraphs

'Cos I had dinner

With my friends

We were on tour

He was a clinger

To ruin him

Would not take long

With just one song

Like a teardrop falls upon the page

Inflicting pain just so they know your name

And you wonder if you're ever gonna let go

But 'til this point it's been everything that you know

If the moment never comes

You'll be sad when it's all said and done

Can't forget it's all about the image honey

And if they had it their way

You'd be left without the money

And if they had it their way

Had it their way

And if they had it their way

Had it their way