First there's lights out, then there's lock up. Masterpieces serving maximum sentences It's their own fault for being timeless, There's a price to pay and a consequence. All the galleries, the museums: "Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs" There just public mausoleums The living dead fill every room. But the most special are the most lonely, God I pity the violins. In glass coffins they keep coughing, They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing