I'm Wearing The Clothes I Found On Your Throne Lyrics

It's a crumbling picture of advertised land
That builds me my profits and raised my demands
Artistic, left-field, a quivering wreck
You put my opinions so firmly in place
But the paintings are drying, the colours all wrong
We need to find something to hang on the wall
It's the bravest decision that anyone made
Then why in the hell do we all feel so afraid
Of it?

Well the poets came dressed up in fashionable clothes
Abandoned their morals by selling their souls
And art now survived on a sponsorship fund
And it shockingly states that we all wanted some
But it's hard to believe that the public have eyes
Without a celebrity stood by your side
We're climbing the walls now, attacking the gates
These words are our weapons, these pictures that we're gonna
paint
For you

And I don't want to see it unless it's for free
Confused about whether I want or I need
It won't take a lifetime, it might take a while
But she's going down in style

Well our children are hungry, we're selling our homes
I'm wearing the clothes that I found on your throne
And I don't know the answer I claim that I do
But we might as well try it, there's nothing to lose
If an instrument fell from a cloud in the sky
And it broke on the pavement, would you come to life?
We're stacking the speaker in front of the door
And no one is leaving, tonight they're all asking for more
Of it

So come wrap me in plastic and put me on sale
Get the customers in, send the audience out
It won't take a lifetime, it might take a while
But she's going down in style