We’re the anticult
Atonal radikale
Surreal and simplistic, vulgar and sadistic
In the motherland
Big Dada jazz men
Go tell the minister, modern life is sinister

Incomprehensible
No teachers to cure the soul
Narrow stairs to parade our worth
Hung abstract, anything but pure

You can burn our paintings
We’ll dream a thousand more
Each one more subversive than before

Imperial eagle
Drop the hammer and sickle
Socialist get realist, all hail degenerates
Played cathedral nice
Rhinos of Versailles
You can tell Joseph, modern life is grotesque

We’re reprehensible
Violent in color, reek of oil
The birth of expressionism
We’re here to smash symbolism