Hotel Expressionism Songtext
von The Streets

The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?)
The minibar can be part of the art

In the early hours of a blurry hotel you need guests of (?)
My word is word if we earn success in hotel expressionism
stay away from (?) hotels so when wrecked there′s no victim
I've been ejected from hotels that then when i′m checking in will swear to be with them (swearin')
Man, i'm not some crank vandal swinging the TV about at random
Attacks to the lampstand for a (?) is the art of action prove (?)
Tediously mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak cliches
It′s vandalism and expressionism is keendly disasociated
I′m talking incontrovertible (talking?)

The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?)
The minibar can be part of the art


From the (?) of the minibar brandy and lambs see(?)
You have a brandy (?) sweet boozy steam moves freely and is in no manner mindless fun
Express yourself in anyway say anything you may and anyway that man (?)
That's f**kin (?) f**kin cunt the f**kin damage is a minor... f**ker
But louts harassin is f**kin drole spellin through the death of rock and roll
Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip cus rock and roll is f**kin old
The group of girls your so in on have to be on there oh there and piss

But you have a problem with the man there with he′s a dealer but there's a rift(?)
You need to get infront jump up on his own shit take his gear he disappears
Leave him there his hand in a bucket of water gaffer taped to a chair in a lift

The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?)
The minibar can be part of the art

I′ll tell you
Expressionism is his own form of art
Because with normal art someone usually the artist they pour out their heart
But it's worth is decided by committin and has to obey the law and sharks
I tell expressionists walk out the lift mind checkin′ out pay for their art
Real art should be nothing but love shouldn't be about the money or fashion
I make these crap rap rhythms to pay the hotel bills that fund my packet(?)

The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?)
The minibar can be part of the art


It's tedious the mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak cliche
It′s vandalism an expressionismists keenly disassociate to
I′m talking incontrovertibles, structural damage, human injury... well mayhem basically