ترانه:
Explosion The Sick Of Modern Art

Those teeth still in our bones You'll find us lying in your beds We'll invade your homes We're sick of modern art We're sick, sick, sick of modern art

throwing rocks at the house next door you better make sure you got bullet proof doors more time to get your closets clean the skeleton police are on

born leader character executioner thats your signature character assasination fascination the nation now we're attached at the television watching death

old your beat ideas are store bought? do you own what you say? or did you steal from a pawn shop borrow it from a loan shark trade for some retro art