The Ghetto Of Beautiful Things

Sometimes you have to climb up real high and it’s scary 
Just to paint the big letters that say “One Day Only” 
Exhaust so bad, headache won’t quit 
I painted Santa with a brown nose just for the fun of it 
Windows full of sleazy androgynous guys in tight leather vests 
And girls in fishnet pantyhose that never smile at me 
Everything must go - Everything must go 
America’s having a blow out sale 
I’m cultivating the stroke garden 
And I’m run down by the drunken taxi cab of absolute reality 
 
I just wanted to work with my hands 
See something go from A to B 
And somehow I ended up in the Ghetto of Beautiful Things 
In the Ghetto of Beautiful Things 
 
Kick away the pidgeons 
Dripping day glow sidewalks 
They stole my bag of horse-hairs 
While I was painting a toothy woodchuck 
Change my sex, burn my cash 
Stick my tongue up the client’s ass 
And I vanish into Nowhere’s End New Jersey 
 
Uniforms, formulas, Formica, office forms 
Conformism, formalism, formalities 
Anima’s the thing I never had 
Anima’s the thing I never had 
I just want to play catch with my dad 
 
I just wanted to work with my hands 
See something go from A to B 
And somehow I ended up in the Ghetto of Beautiful Things 
In the Ghetto of Beautiful Things 
 
Fuck ‘em all this is art 
Fuck ‘em all this is art 
Fuck ‘em all this is art 
Fuck ‘em all this is art 
High noon at the oasis 
Put your content to bed 
Exclamatory penance served 
I’ve slid to hell on Satan’s sled 
 
I just wanted to work with my hands 
See something go from A to B 
And somehow I ended up in the Ghetto of Beautiful Things 
In the Ghetto of Beautiful Things 
In the Ghetto of Beautiful Things 

I’m too late to be a slacker, doesn’t matter

-Kevin Gilbert