Text: Skyclad. Art Nazi.

Twist the truth, then twist your arm
It's the Emperor Caligula School of Charm
Don't take his word 'cause it's not worth having it
He's an Art Nazi

He's a tin pot Hitler gone berserk
A self made man from another man's work
More tongue in cheek than
A French kiss from Judas Iscariot

I've been to a prison, one of my own making
Sent myself there when I signed on the line
Pact with the devil so legally binding
Now he owns my soul 'til the end of time

He owns all we eat, all we breathe
All we take and all we leave
All we are and all we ever will be

Think of all the time and the energy we've wasted
Learning how the sole of a jackboot tasted
Anyone would think that he was doing us a favor
He's an Art Nazi

His name goes hand in hand with notoriety
Bigot of the highly illegitimate variety
Sick of eating shit, can I try another flavor?

What you give with one hand, you take with the other
We are your puppets and you pull the strings
Don't make the fatal mistake of forgetting
It's never really over till the fat lady sings

He knows all we think, all we do
Head he wins and tails we lose
He's our fuhrer, he's our lord and master

Twist the truth, then twist your arm
It's the Emperor Caligula School of Charm
Don't take his word 'cause it's not worth having it
He's an Art Nazi

He's a tin pot Hitler gone berserk
A self made man from another man's work
More tongue in cheek than
A French kiss from Judas Iscariot

His name goes hand in hand with notoriety
Bigot of the highly illegitimate variety
Sick of eating shit, can I try another flavor?

I said I'm sick of eating shit, can I try another flavor?
He's an Art Nazi
Oh, God, I'm sick of eating shit, can I try another flavor?
He's an Art Nazi

I said I'm sick of eating shit, can I try another flavor?
He's an Art Nazi
I'm sick of eating shit, can I try another flavor?
He's an Art Nazi

Sick of eating shit