Lyrics

Where do artists go when too much they want to know?
OZON bungalow in Art Camp.
If you're ever caught with an independent thought,
OZON will be taught in Art Camp
Celebrate with me your abnormality
Under scrutiny in Art Camp.
If you're not a Pole under Catholic control,
Welcome to your cubbyhole
In Art Camp.

If you've got a brain, all your friends call you urbane,
But your neighbors call you intellectual.
Not a favorite noun in your average Polish town,
But for now the noun is ineffectual.
But the day may come when reason may succumb
To rumor, right or wrong, in effect you'll
Find yourself alone in your home away from home
Cuz those neighbors called you homosexual.

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I've been spending time with a certain friend of mine,
And he calls me crazy foolish.
He's been monogrammed for consorting with the damned,
And so I play the part I'm shrewish.
Though I have the look, I'm not an open book,
I won't hold my breath till I'm blueish,
Oh! Society! Oh! National Unity! Please
Don't acknowledge me, I'm French! Czech! Serb!

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