Throw my guitar down on the floor
No one cares what I've got to say anymore
I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise
I'll write my masterpiece some other day
(Fuck everything, fuck me)
I'm repeating myself again
Innovation, I leave to smarter men
Pretty melodies don't fall out of the air for me
I've got to steal them from somewhere
But it doesn't matter what you do
Or how hard you try
Now there's nothing left for me to do except die
When they cut you up
And tell you that it's not going to hurt
But they are not going to stop until they see you go to sleep in the dirt
There'll be no more cigarettes
No more having sex
No more drinking until you fall on the floor
No more indie rock
Just a ticking clock
You have no time for that anymore
You better watch where you run your mouth
Because you know what they'll say to you
Your life is over...
The Airing of Grievances
- Fear and Loathing in Mahw..
- My Time Outside the Womb
- Joset of Nazareth's Blues
- Arms Against Atrophy
- Upon Viewing Bruegel's "L..
- Titus Andronicus
- No Future Part I
- No Future Part II: The Da..
- Albert Camus
- 1. (Intermission)
- 2. The Battle of Hampton Roa..
- 3. A More Perfect Union
- 4. (Seven Seconds)
- 5. Tried to Quit Smoking
- 6. I Lost My Mind (+@ )
- 7. Upon Viewing Oregon’s Lan..
- 8. Ecce Homo
- 9. ...And Ever
- 10. Four Score and Seven