Art of Man

It's the girl that learned to walk



She's learned to use both of her legs, but she don't talk



Cause since she learned to walk



And with her pigtails gone



Her little legs quake in the dark



As Daddy pulls them far apart



And since she's learned to talk



She drives a smart car to her job, but she don't walk



Cause when she tried to walk



To her crib right down the block



She was alone though that she thought



The stranger's pumping wouldn't stop



Behold the art of man



It's good to look at all the art, but look at man



There's no palate in his hand



There's no chisel in his hand



He's got his sick dick in his hand



It's throwing up the seed of man



But it's his art, the art of man



I will walk away from the big century



In the art of man