Lyrics Art-Nazi - Skyclad

Art-Nazi

Twist the truth then twist your arm
It’s the Emperor Caligula School of Charm
Don’t take his word 'cause it’s not worth having it
He’s an Art-Nazi!
He’s a tinpot Hitler gone berserk
A self-made man from another man’s work
More tongue-in-cheek than a french kiss from Judas Iscariot
I’ve been to a prison, one of my own making
I sent myself there when I signed on the line
A pact with the Devil so legally binding
Now he owns my soul 'til the end of time
He owns all we eat, all we breathe
All we take and all we leave
All we are and all we ever will be
Think of all the time and the energy we’ve wasted
Learning how the sole of a Jack-boot tasted
Anyone would think that he was doing us a favour
He’s an Art-Nazi!
His name goes hand in hand with notoriety
Bigot of the highly illegitimate variety
I’m sick of eating shit, can I try another flavour?
What you give with one hand you take with the other
We are your puppets and you pull the strings
Don’t make the fatal mistake of forgetting
It’s never really over 'til the fat lady sings
He knows all we think, all we do
Head he wins and tails we lose
He’s our Führer, he’s our Lord and Master
Twist the truth then twist your arm
It’s the Emperor Caligula School of Charm
Don’t take his word 'cause it’s not worth having it
He’s an Art-Nazi!
He’s a tinpot Hitler gone berserk
A self-made man from another man’s work
More tongue-in-cheek than a french kiss from Judas Iscariot
His name goes hand in hand with notoriety
Bigot of the highly illegitimate variety
I’m sick of eating shit, can I try another flavour?
I said, I’m sick of eating shit, can I try another flavour?
He’s an Art-Nazi!
Oh God I’m sick of eating shit, can I try another flavour?
He’s an Art-Nazi!