The Golden Age Of Grotesque

All our monkeys have monkeysWe drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar limousinesWe're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TVIt's a dirty word Reich, say what you likeIt's a dirty word Reich, say what you like

We're the low Art GloominatiAnd we aim to depressThe scabaret sacrilegendsThis is the Golden Age of Grotesque

The devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing earYou say what you want but filth is all that they hearI've got the jigger to make all you biggerLadies und gentlemenSo drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you're not lateYou tramps and lunaticsHere's a trick that's gonna make you click

We're the low Art GloominatiAnd we aim to depressThe scabaret sacrilegendsThis is the Golden Age of Grotesque

It's a dirty word Reich, say what you likeIt's a dirty word Reich, say what you like

So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdiesHoney-fingered Goodbye DollsHellzapoppin, open your third nostrilPut on your black face, and your god is gone

We're the low Art GloominatiAnd we aim to depressThe scabaret sacrilegendsThis is the Golden Age of Grotesque

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The Golden Age Of Grotesque