My Life in Art
Wendy gets high for the 2nd show
I watch her dance and I watch her flow for a dollar
She dreams of Vegas and the desert strips
Where she can dance and she can make a lot of money
She left her home in a pick-up truck
Left her husband when he beat her up
And now she works all night
But the Kansas wind won't freeze her heart
No, the rain just rolls right off her back
She's gonna be alright
Just tell me 'bout the boulevards
Tell me 'bout your life in art
Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards
Because Europe always seemed so far
You look so young and you talk so old
Listen up, babe, I just might take you home if you're lucky
You read some books and they broke your heart
But you don't know one thing about life
You're just a pretty boy
And these bums on the corner will take your time
Sell you their stories for a nickel and a dime
You could learn something
And she stares so hard at those neon lights
I swear to god she's gonna bust them up
She's gonna bust them up
Just tell me 'bout the boulevards
Tell me 'bout your life in art
Yeah, tell me 'bout the boulevards
Because Europe always seemed so far
She laughs as she lights a cigarette
Throws her arms around my neck
She says "I'll kill you"
"I'll kill you just for trying"
"'Cause you don't even have the money"
"You don't have the money"
"Just buy me a drink and we'll call it quits"
"Tell me all about your pretty boy face"