There's a cold wind whipping the windows
A ghoul with a guitar playing pinball
Says "Bernie lemme take your picture
or are you wanted for murder?"
The ghosts of freaks who died in the future,
They need support, they need friends, they need culture,
There's a feeling you get, hard to name or forget
When they swoop down on you
And you're needing them too

There's a cold wind whipping the window
The take out chinese food gate closed
It's not much of a scene if you're a human being
But we're lonely and brave
So we come out to the cave

I'm so busy,
I'm so busy, man
At Artland

Sam said his friend said to him
One night, she was at Artland
She swore she saw the one and only legend
On Grand Street at 3 in the morning
She said he was there for recording
But Grand Street at 3 in the morning?!
Come on, gimme a break
As if he couldn't be anywhere in the world
You must be pulling my leg
It's an absolute lie
No, she swears, there's a studio there
But gimme a break, it's still an absolute lie

He's too busy,
He's too busy , man
For Artland

You swear you'll tear my heart out if i don't cough it up
But that's more than i can get from an ATM
Anyway & you would understand if you were my friend

This neighborhood's for the artists,
So how come i don't see any art?
This neighborhood's for the smartest
They wouldn't pay so much if they were so smart
This neighborhood's for the families
Sometimes having a family seems fun
This neighborhood really is pretty good
I think i'll take this one

Lyrics submitted by hornytheclown

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