Mumps - Could This Be Art? Lyrics

Up pop the boils of terminal cancer
Cells start to fall apart
We pray to a God who never will answer
Could this be art?

Famine wipes out a whole generation
Somewhere upon the chart
It's merely to feed our coy conversation
Could this be art?

No, no, no! Tell me it isn't so
There must be a plot
That I will someday know

Mind over matter - that's what I planned on
Trying to protect my heart
It clings to the one I can't lay a hand on
Could this be art?

Could this be art? Could this be art? Could this be art?
Oh so so-so, Soho - oh no!

I draw a line for logic to walk on
I think I'm pretty smart
But God has an old beret and a smock on
Could this be art?