Someone told me Andy Warhol / left a mess when he died /Someone had to sort through the suitcases / of fine art and Kleenex left inside
It reminded me of people I love / and what that love’s led me to do / And I’m inspired, I’m feeling fired / and I’ll just keep on loving you
I went to a museum exhibit / of a man who cooked feasts in the grass / He saved as art the dirty dishes / and the tiny stools where his friends had sat their ass in the grass / Yeah, life goes on but we hold on to / what has passed
And I’m inspired, I’m feeling fired / and I’ll just keep on loving you
