fully lyrics:


oh my, Modigliani

I have one question for thee

if you'd known

you'd wilt at thirty-five

would ya kept

same seedy company


would ya painted

sad long faces

if you had not

had TB

would you trade

your masterpieces

and immortal legacy


to see seventy

affliction free

but doomed to normalcy


isn't all art afterall

temporary


I'm sorry, so sorry

Modigliani


I'm sorry, so sorry

Modigliani


alas

poor Amedeo

coulda lucked out

like Picasso

mighta liked

that Dali life

of surreal

celebrity


but the cards

La Madame dealt

came from the bottom

of her deck


and that pain

you musta felt

it's no wonder

how you drew the necks


as if we grow them

for the guillotine


ain't us all both avant garde

and temporary


I'm sorry, so sorry

Modigliani


I'm sorry, so sorry

Modigliani