Take it from somebody who knows There's something coming up and I think it's gonna be a joke I gotta laugh about it, laugh about it on my own Life itself like an arrow shot on its arc
First it's born, then it grows and then it goes How many suffered trying to be like a rolling stone Look at Lou Reed and the food lines to the soup Better listen, my son, to these universal truths
So: Don't look for hit where there is none Don't try to air your big ideas Don't hold the mic like a crying child Don't, don't
Don't live for free in the commercial zone Don't let the band open up their mouths Don't heed the words of a digital forum Don't, don't
My eyes Catch a fright In the flesh It don't look Right My brains They run On bad Thoughts
Hell is singing straight into the void Hell is forever being local support Hell is opening up a five-band bill Hell is headlining the Blues Festival
Don't get ahead of yourself Don't get ahead
Don't get paid in the freedom zone Don't fall prey to your own ego Don't look for pity when the pity's gone Don't, don't
Don't get drunk on the phantom power Don't fall in love with your own shadow Don't arrive early to the final hour Don't, don't
My eyes Catch a fright In the flesh It don't look Right My brains They run On bad Thoughts
Don't, don't
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