These exectutives have plooked the fuck out of me And there's still a long time to go before I've Paid my debt to society And all I ever really wanted to do was Play the guitar 'n bend the string like Reent-toont-teent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee I've got it I'll be sullen and withdrawn I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm Of my own secret thoughts I'll lay back here 'til dawn In a semi-catatonic state And dream of guitar notes That would irritate An executive kinda guy . . .
And sure enough JOE dreams up a few of those guitar notes that every executive despises . . . those low ones . . . every exec knows it's only the records with the high squeally ones that get to be hits (except for Duane Eddy) .. .
Well, I guess that one did the trick If they only coulda heard it Half-a-dozen of 'em woulda strangled While they was suckin' on each other's dick But that was just a bunch of imaginary Notes I played Just a little extra somethin' To keep me goin' from day to day That's okay I'll be gettin' outta here pretty soon Then I won't have to live In this ugly fuckin' room Can't wait to see I can't wait to see what it's like On the outside now . . . etc., etc., etc.
And JOE just lays there, dreaming imaginary guitar notes for years on end, until finally they let him out . . .Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
