New Art for the People

But for the cum in your hair, 
  The cocaine on your teeth 
  You'd be just like the girls 
  That I kissed on the heath 
  Your mother left and you're all alone 
  And the world is at your feet 
  You smell like ash, mildew and hash 
  Can barely even speak 
  And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me 
  I followed your perfume as you ran down the street 
  I caught you and held you and pushed back your fringe and swore undying loyalty 
  We'll make a new art for the people, 
  A new art for the people 
  A new art for the people 
  you and me. 

  I followed you home 
  Knocked at your door 
  Offered myself in the kitchen 
  Passed out on the floor 
  And when you shout, I get terrified 
  And then I love you more 
  You sound middle class, but I'll let it pass, 
  I don't understand you at all 
  And it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me 
  I swallowed my pride with a pill and decided to give you back your key 
  You caught me and held me and I took your hand and swore undying loyalty 
  We'll make a new art for the people, 
  A new art for the people 
  A new art for the people 
  you and me. 

  Under the covers forever 
  Everything well within reach 
  A small price to pay for our freedom 
  And for our celebrity 
  Such ornaments and gorgeous things 
  Like string lights at the beach 
  Intensive care and conditioned air 
  And our faces on TV 
  And it's so sad but they're so glad that you're so bad for me 
  The dark days ahead and the blood on the bed and the cover of the NME 
  They gave us a cheque and took us by our necks and swore undying loyalty 
  We'll make a new art for the people, 
  A new art for the people 
  A new art for the people 
  you and me.