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- Michael Geoffrey Skinner
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Streets - Hotel Expressionism lyrics
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The minibar can be part of the art also
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The mini bar can be part of the art
In the early hours of a blurry hotel
You need guests and venture forth
My word is word if we earn success
In hotel expressionism
Stay away from small boutique hotels
So when wrecked there's no victim
I've been ejected from hotels that
When I'm checking in will swear to be with them
Man, I'm not some crank vandal
Swinging the TV about at random
Attached to the lamp stand for a handle
Is the art of action through crafted illusion
Tediously mischief from rakin'
Is why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window
Mate, is nothing clear of weak cliche
It's vandalism an expressionism
Is to be keenly disassociated
I'm talking incontrivertable
Structural damage human injury, real mayhem
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The minibar can be part of the art
Fill the iron with minibar brandy
And blam see you have a brandy iron
The sweet boozy steam moves freely
And is in no manner mindless fun
Express yourself in anyway, say anything you may
And anyway that man lied to you
That's fuckin' lies, fuckin' cunt
The fuckin' damage isn't minor, fucker
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But louts harassin' is fuckin' drole
Spellin' through the death of rock and roll
Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip
'Cause rock and roll is fuckin' old
The group of girls your zone in on
Have to be on their own there and pissed
But you have a problem with the man they're with
He's a dealer but there's a rift
You need to get him fucked up on his own shit
Take his gear, he disappears
Leave him there his hand in a bucket of water
A gaffer taped to a chair in a lift
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The mini bar can be part of the art
I'll tell you straight
Expressionism is his own form of art
Because with normal art someone usually
The artist they pour out their heart
But it's worth is decided by committee
And has to obey the law and sharks
I tell expressionists walk out the lift
Mind checkin' out pay for their art
Real art should be nothing but that
Shouldn't be about the money or fashion
I make these crap rap rhythms
To pay the hotel bills that fund my passion
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The mini bar can be part of the art
It's tedious, the mischief from rakin'
Why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window, mate
Is nothing clear of weak cliche
It's vandalism an expressionismism
Is to be keenly disassociated
I'm talking incontovertable, structural damage
Human injury, well mayhem basically