Hey now hold on   Is this what we really, really want   Or what we are told   All the greats have lead paths of glory   But look at them now   Emaciated on the museum wall   Summed up in a language of decay   For a public far away   Invite the voyeurs with their noblesse oblige   On display in the glare    Is it really meant to be this way   Is it our destiny to be   So instead lets get strong   I dont want tourists flocking to my heart   And nesting with all my things    Ive got wings but they arent meant for viewing