Oh oh! Who you doing crime on? Well, I thought you moved back to Berlin, And now you need another back to climb on, And I'm turning green, Whatever does it mean, When you're wasting your photography On fresh faces On the idiot scene Woah!
The last words that the fool will mutter Are "Give me all my money back", The last fool, he had a terrible stutter And he's life was a wreck, The last time I checked, All my stuff still belongs to him, Fresh faces on the stupid scene, Stupid me Woah-woah-oh-oh Woah-woah-oh-oh Woah-woah-oh-oh
The fruit from my tree hangs low, And I've got all of my bitches in tow
And wouldn't you just like to know About the ins and outs Of how I go about the business of losing all my money, I do it so much better than you now, honey
Now I just bought an average work of art From an unremarkable time, The artist died before his fame would ever stop, And now he isn’t online To bet about them dying, It's the way it always go down, French faces on the Guggenheim scene tonight Woah-woah-oh-oh Woah-woah-oh-oh Woah-woah-oh-oh