New Bomb Turks - "Born Toulouse-Lautrec" (Live at Bizarre Fest, 2000)

LYRICS: I had a friend. He said he was an artist. Knew more than the average schmuck. He said he must have been given a real gift. Well I said that was just dumb luck. All work is honorable, Yet art is just a job. Let me spend my paycheck on a beer. No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods. I'm a worker, you're a worker, Wouldn't you like to be a worker, too? My work, he said, is so complex. So much so, he couldn't sell it at an auction. He shuts his mouth and dotes away. I guess he serves to serve a function. All work is honorable, Yet art is just a job. Let me spend my paycheck on a beer. No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods. I'm a worker, you're a worker, Wouldn't you like to be a worker, too? What do you think is the difference between The tortured artist and the union Joe? From the market I live in to the world I see, Whatever we reap, we're lucky if we sow. All work is honorable, Yet art is just a job. Let me spend my paycheck on a beer. No heroes, no leaders, no artists, no gods. I'm a worker, you're a worker, Wouldn't you like to be a worker, too?