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We're the anticult
Atonal radikale
Surreal and simplistic, vulgar and sadistic
In the motherland
Big Dada jazz men
Go tell the minister, modern life is sinister
Incomprehensible
No teachers to cure the soul
Narrow stairs to parade our worth
Hung abstract, anything but pure
You can burn our paintings
We'll dream a thousand more
Each one more subversive than before
Imperial eagle
Drop the hammer and sickle
Socialist get realist, all hail degenerates
Played cathedral nice
Rhinos of Versailles
You can tell Joseph, modern life is grotesque
We're reprehensible
Violent in color, reek of oil
The birth of expressionism
We're here to smash symbolism
You can burn our paintings
We'll dream a thousand more
Each one more coercive than before
I had to lash to something
So perverse and so sweet
Want to know how this turns out
Just ask the Romans and Greeks
You can burn our paintings
We'll dream a thousand more
Each one more subversive
Please don't burn our paintings
Lovely wretchery
Forbidden pleasures for all the world to see
Come see
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