Incapable of holding down real jobs
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and can't make rent,
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so for a life in the arts
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we deem ourselves destined.
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Skip across my record collection
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until a song strikes my soul.
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Until it distances the earth between me and my home.
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With the lazy shame of my parents money
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and the senseless sweat of my own.
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Kids! We're in this together.
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You're my new consumer
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and I don't want to move back home.
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So put a big black sticker on the front
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that says "For Fans Of."
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And you can donate a penny to my future pension.
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We've got big retail chain
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front-of-store displays,
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but just remember:
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It's three grand for a half-page ad,
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so you better be paying attention.
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Yeah you're a beautiful consumer,
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and I don't want to move back home.
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So download all the songs we wrote
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and hype it up with some bullshit quotes.
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Yeah, we're on a roll.
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I'm On The Guestlist Motherfucker
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Crime In Stereo |