Laurence Overmire - True Art lyrics

The cheap laugh hung provocatively In the red glow of an afterthought Lazily fanning the arrogant airs of a Pedantic tragedian lost inside a Whimper. But oh how he yearned to give chase Plant his carnal intellect into the Random Joy of appetite And quiet the tempest that mocked his Self-important soul. But no. He bit his lip. Turned his nose upright Wafted itinerant verses obliquely To ponderous heights of critical acclaim.