Best of the Worst

Just south of Boston, '94
Atlantic mist is rising in the air
An exhibition opens its basement doors
No other eyes could otherwise see it anywhere
Give me the best of the worst

Gotta see it for yourself, babe
Portraits that you won't believe

Was it a missed connection?
Was it poor reception?
Was their muse on sick leave?

Was it a missed connection?
Was it poor reception?
Was their muse on sick leave?

For the priceless piece they'll pay their sums
For bad art some folks will do the same
From miles around these people come
To chuckle and ogle at sculptures this lame
Give me the best of the worst

Let the docents lead you 'round
Under my home by the sea
On display paintings we found
Cast aside on account of lack of quality
Give me the best of the worst

Gotta see it for yourself, babe
Portraits that you won't believe

Was it a missed connection?
Was it poor reception?
Was their muse on sick leave?

Was it a missed connection?
Was it poor reception?
Was their muse on sick leave?

If your icon gets you ostracized
If that portrait makes him file for divorce
Send it my way, 'cause you have yet to realize
That beauty in ugly is a special kind of force
Give me the best of the worst



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Samuels
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