Where Are We Going?

I tried to enjoy Parisian life I tried to keep it tame But all of you fools that stick to the rules will die without a name No, I'm not here to be saccharin I'm not your Sunday painter The city of light has lost its fight and now she's getting fainter Our work may hope To puzzle, shock or please them But no, they won't If no one ever sees them I need a stronger strategy To seize my immortality (Where do we come from?) Where are we going? (Where do we come from?) Where are we going? "What about integrity?" "What about progression?" What about the artist Paul Gauguin? "Don't ignore the question You revel in bohemia" "And live in your own facts!" "While reaping all the benefits and never paying tax" If money grew on trees, you'd be a farmer not an artist If you really knew Paris, you'd be a royal not a Marxist Open your eyes, as no one sees in darkness (Where do we come from?) Show them what we're made of (Where do we come from?) What are you afraid of? (Where do we come from? Where are we going?) So love me for my anarchy And hate me for my sins But while you lose your sanity I'll be the one who wins I won't become a waste of space here at the Tambourin You'll understand my vision soon Right after my sermon After my sermon (Where do we come from? Where are we going?) What are we? (Where do we come from? Where are we going?) What are we? (Where do we come from? Where are we going?) Don't any of you think that the answer is worth knowing? Where do I come from? What do I have to do? (Where are you going?) (Where are you going?) (Where are you going?) Don't you wish you knew? (Yeah!)