Art For Arts Sake

Art For Arts Sake
The Naked Lunch

Gimme your body
Gimme your mind
Open your heart
Yer pull down the blind
Gimme your love
Gimme me it all
Gimme me in the kitchen
Gimme in the hall
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Gimme the readys
Ya gotta gimme the cash
Gimme a bullet
Gimme the smash
Gimme the silver
Gimme the gold
Make me a million
For when I get old
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Money talks so listen to it
Money talks to me
Anyone can understand it
Money can't be beat, oh no

When you get down, down to the root
Don't give a damn don't give a hoot
Still gotta keep makin the loot
Chauffeur driven

Gotta make her quick as you can
Give her lovin' make you a man
Get her into the palm of your hand
Bread from heaven

Gimme the country
Where I can be free
Don't need no unions
Strangling me
Keep me in exile
The rest of my days
Burn me in hell
But as long as it pays
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake
Art for arts sake
Money for gods sake



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Gouldman, Eric Stewart
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