She won't come down She can't come down And you know you're Starting to fall She can't come down The night is barely Propping her up as it is And she knows What's waiting below She says you can't be fearless Until you've felt fear Breaking your bones She says the audience Doesn't matter When you're performing for Ghosts you hate Cuz it's the form that counts So get another round You can't let some stuckist Manifesto shake art down She's on the table now Attracting a crowd As she sings Isn't she Pretty in drink Isn't she Tragic in pink She can't come down She won't come down Like some stuckist making Anti-anti-art She won't come down She knows condemning Artifice poisons Reality so... On with the blow She says you can't be peerless Until you face your fears And break your heart She says the audience Is all that matters Because she's Redefining fake Yeah she said let form go F*ck your hip status quo We don't agree with your Mustachioed politburo You're on your tables now You are her fawning crowd As you sing Isn't she Pretty in drink Isn't she Tragic in pink She won't come down She can't come down But it's obvious She's starting to fall She can't come down Her eyes never close When her face hits the ground Cuz she knows Her crash is part of the show She says you choose to be faithless When you let fear Break your heart Leave a jejune audience In tatters Like you're performing for Gods you hate Form doesn't justify It doesn't run and hide Like that cheap thing in you Qualifies to disqualify Under her table now She's jeering at the crowd And I can, see... She won't come down She can't come down And you know You're starting to... fall