[Lyric] Abandon The Galleries (Toasted Heretic)

Now that art is a game designed to bring
Wealth and fame to wealthy and famous investors
How sad if perhaps it should collapse
On the startled heads of these poor bastards

Midday sunflowers, starry night
Cue taxfree corporate delight
Buy now, last few remaining
In Gainsborough, everybody's gaining
Abandon the galleries

But should there be no further bids
And should rich men cease to believe
All they'll be left with is paint on some canvases
A room full of art, and a heart full of grief
Protect the rich from plunging prices
Existential midlife crisis
Protect the collectors from their art
Protect the collectors

Abandon the galleries