First there's lights out, then there's lock up.
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless,
There's a price to pay and a consequence.
All the galleries, the museums:
"Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs"
There just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room.
But the most special are the most lonely,
God I pity the violins.
In glass coffins they keep coughing,
They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing