N.T.B.I.I.A. (Nice Tits But Is It Art?)

So what? We had to know, needed to see
You had to be there
It was our finest time
It opened up our minds
It’s so easy to read under the line
Nothing to see there
What a mess to find, but what a feeling
To be an A-hole again
So dig it deep and drop me in
You’re everything you want to be
And I’ve just got the air I breathe
New crosses burn, bridges to burn
Pages to read
Where once there was no time
We’re left to chew the rind
It’s so easy to read into the line
Nothing to see there
Still that mess, you find, left you reeling
To be an A-hole again
So dig it deep and drop me in
You’re everything you want to be
And I’ve just got the air I breathe
It’s time to write the sign
A message to you. The doors open wide
It’s time to write the sign
A message to you. The doors open wide