One nine six nine Press the tape recorder let's get this all down real fast Before the insignificant thought goes by There's one more slow song left to write for the record Make all the metal heads cry
Throw rocks but not rocking and stand there just mocking With hands in their armpits that they'll later smell When you live in the past there's one thing that will last It's resentment that time won't sit still
The record business is fucked it's kinda funny It'll separate a boy from a man You can buy every copy of your record with your money But you'd be your only fan
If there's one thing my father said when he was younger To a kid with a mullet that looked like his son To want and to try is the difference why Some people will walk and some run . . .thank you dad
Sharpen up all your pencils cause class will come early There's so much you thought that you knew While the b list celebrities all pay for the fame They'll soak up what's left of the pool
While a kid in the corner becomes a savant No one will care til he's dead Or he falls from his grace with it all over the place And a piece of it stuck in his headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
