Attica! Attica! - The End Of Art lyrics

When I was pretty lean on cash, I was alone, no place to crash Music flowed out of me like faucets spouting tasty melodies Now there's a love that's in my life, I sleep the same place every night Comforts of industry are happily surrounding me And nowadays, I have no complaints Nothing more to say Nothing more to say Is this the end of art? is this the end of pa**ion? Is this the end of grief? Are all our feelings has-beens? Is this the end of pain creatively imagined? Is this the end of art? Is this the end of art? It's cool to like the President so there's no reason for dissent Everyone put down their guns and all that pesky violence is done Our nukes are sleeping with the fish and everybody's birthday wish comes true And children sing and fairies dance on sparrow wings And no complaints, no one wants a change Nothing left to say Nothing left to say Is that the end of art? Is that the end of pa**ion? Is that the end of grief? Are all our feelings has-beens? Is that the end of pain crafted in abstraction? Is that the end of art? Is that the end? Is anything here more depraved than a country singer who just raves about how swell his country is, just shilling for the government? Sit down my friend and let me bore you while we sit here on the porch with co*ktails as I bloviate about how life's so f**in' great I'm not happy unless I'm pissed but that reveals my privilege: no matter who's in charge today, my life is pretty much the same So with no reason to protest, I'll whine about how art is best when we know sadness, anguish and distress Is this the end of art? Is this the end of pa**ion? Is this the end of grief? Are all our feelings has-beens? Is this the end of pain creatively imagined? Is this the end of art? Is this the end of art? Is this the end of pa**ion? Is this the end of grief? Are all our feelings has-beens? Is this the end of pain all crafted in abstraction? Is this the end of art? Is this the end of art?