Artist: Electric Six
Title: Bleed For The Artist
[C#]Ninety-nine rooms in the Pharaoh's tombs
He was yo[E]ung and hungry king
He s[C#]pent a lot of time in his room, staring at the moon
And he lo[E]ved to hear the young girls sing
Remember as you b[C#]leed for the artist
He only goes the hardest [E]way
And as you p[C#]lead for him to start this
You live to hear the artist [E]say: I love you!
So let the cri[C#]ticism start and blow that poison dart
You ne[E]ver disrespect
The artist or his a[C#]rt
It's such a tender heart
The o[E]ne that creates the art
[C#] [E]
[C#]Sixty-nine dudes just to get you in the mood
I got some is[E]sues with your style, girl
If my d[C#]esires do intrude this pleasant interlude
I'll probably s[E]tay here a little while, girl
And now you bl[C#]eed for the artist
Though it might not be the sm[E]artest play
And as you t[C#]ry to tear apart this
You live to hear the artis[E]t say: I love you!
So let the ni[C#]hilism start and read a little Sartre
You ne[E]ver disrespect the artist or his art
It's such a w[C#]ild heart - the one that bleeds the art
[E]Descend these scales of hollow chorus dressed girls of angels on my he[C#]art
[E]Statues of males and Christs adorn, but begs the question "Is this art[C#]?"
[C#]Hey, bleed for the artist
He only goes the hardest w[E]ay
And as you pl[C#]ead for him to start this
You live to hear the artist s[E]ay: That's right!
So throw your i[C#]tems in the cart
And b[E]urn the Super Mart
You can n[C#]ever separate[A]
The artist from the ar[Ab]t
What finally stop[E]ped my heart
Where to st[C#]art?
Where to start?
Where to start?
[E]We are the young and hungry pa[C#]trons of the arts
[E]We are the young and hungry p[C#]atrons of the arts
[E]What finally stopped my heart
What fi[C#]nally stopped my heart
Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo, goo
(Spoken:) I thought...is that the end of the song?
Title: Bleed For The Artist
[C#]Ninety-nine rooms in the Pharaoh's tombs
He was yo[E]ung and hungry king
He s[C#]pent a lot of time in his room, staring at the moon
And he lo[E]ved to hear the young girls sing
Remember as you b[C#]leed for the artist
He only goes the hardest [E]way
And as you p[C#]lead for him to start this
You live to hear the artist [E]say: I love you!
So let the cri[C#]ticism start and blow that poison dart
You ne[E]ver disrespect
The artist or his a[C#]rt
It's such a tender heart
The o[E]ne that creates the art
[C#] [E]
[C#]Sixty-nine dudes just to get you in the mood
I got some is[E]sues with your style, girl
If my d[C#]esires do intrude this pleasant interlude
I'll probably s[E]tay here a little while, girl
And now you bl[C#]eed for the artist
Though it might not be the sm[E]artest play
And as you t[C#]ry to tear apart this
You live to hear the artis[E]t say: I love you!
So let the ni[C#]hilism start and read a little Sartre
You ne[E]ver disrespect the artist or his art
It's such a w[C#]ild heart - the one that bleeds the art
[E]Descend these scales of hollow chorus dressed girls of angels on my he[C#]art
[E]Statues of males and Christs adorn, but begs the question "Is this art[C#]?"
[C#]Hey, bleed for the artist
He only goes the hardest w[E]ay
And as you pl[C#]ead for him to start this
You live to hear the artist s[E]ay: That's right!
So throw your i[C#]tems in the cart
And b[E]urn the Super Mart
You can n[C#]ever separate[A]
The artist from the ar[Ab]t
What finally stop[E]ped my heart
Where to st[C#]art?
Where to start?
Where to start?
[E]We are the young and hungry pa[C#]trons of the arts
[E]We are the young and hungry p[C#]atrons of the arts
[E]What finally stopped my heart
What fi[C#]nally stopped my heart
Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo, goo
(Spoken:) I thought...is that the end of the song?
