Song Lyrics

Art-hounds look like nothing
So art-hounds write something
And those that do are judged by those
Who tried and found they couldn't do

Art-hounds see the Greek ideal
And gaze on what they'll never feel
Oh, the pitiless revenge of those without friends
The pitiless, the pitiless revenge

Art-hounds know what's around
Because they've seen it somewhere written down
And everything they've seen on the moving screen
Helps them fill up the page

In European museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European museums
Will I see you?

My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera

Art-hounds in a restaurant
They bring along their loving Aunt
But when they can't find a table for their fat Aunt Mable
They stamp their feet and cry

Art-hounds in a restaurant
They bring along their loving Aunt
But when they can't find a table for their fat Aunt Mable
They stamp their feet and cry

In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?

My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is

Art-hounds, very funny, very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shriveled and small
It functions only as a word
Art-hounds, very funny, very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shriveled and small
It knows a thousand woes

In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?

If you cannot stand this fake world
If you cannot stand this fake world
Take my hand
If you cannot stand this fake world

If you cannot stand this fake world
If you cannot stand this fake world
Take my hand
If you cannot stand this fake world

I take sixteen pills to send me to sleep
And sixteen pills to shake me awake

What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

Steven Morrissey, Martin James Boorer