Στοίχοι: The Indelicates. 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.