Lyrics

The Mona Lisa would lose its luster
If it was reduced to one dimension.
And Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring wouldn’t sound like anything
If the orchestra debated its intentions.

Gee Officer Krupke, I saw you at the station.
Why is West Side Story being held for interrogation?

The Baptist preacher had a conniption
When Arthur went to his teacher’s wedding
‘Cause if cartoon rats can be gay, then our kids won’t want to pray,
And soon we’ll be facing Armageddon.

Hey Salman Rushdie, you outlived the Ayatollah
But school librarians are still fighting holy paranoia.

The pious bastards will try to shush me
Medieval bullshit makes me weary
But I will not compromise, nor will I apologize
For making art that offends your theory

Now that Margaret Atwood’s bible thumpers
Are turning The Handmaid’s Tale into a reality
Maybe we should all unite, and fight together our rights
Instead of fighting over intersectionality.

Hey Pablo Picasso, I hear that you’re an asshole!
But I’d still hang your paintings inside my Spanish castle.

The scolding trolls will try to shush me.
Postmodern bullshit makes me weary.
But I will not compromise, nor will I apologize
For making art that offends your theory.