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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
 Streets - Hotel Expressionism - http://motolyrics.com/streets/hotel-expressionism-lyrics.html
 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









