Текст песни Ready-Mades

Wendy Wetlip stares from a poster Ignoring the drawing adorning her smile Her lover has shuffled away Looking the other way Ronnie the Raincoat hangs out in a book store He's never seen his own wife in the nude Somebody called him depraved But think of the money he saved Dwarf on a moped speeds through the park To Killroy's Renaissance the Temple of Art Signs with a flourish and makes it his own Pockets his pencil and slyly rides home Annual cultural African dancers Bereft Isabella in rubber thigh boots A man was arrested today For something he put on display