Welcome to the club where there's no clapping
And shouting's just beneath you
when you've raised yourself so high
And not a soul here is into moving--
Just standing with crossed arms
Because it's all "alright (you) guess."
Now be careful with your mouth corners,
A smile could crack your face
You're not a joke unless you make one,
and we "don't get it anyway."
Your pedestal is comfortable
And comfort's where it's at--it isn't boring...
It's your birthright--
You do things the rightest way.
Always so amused, but never laughing
You're not having any fun
'cuz it's business anyway
Doing the right thing for the wrong reasons
Don't make you Chief-of-Scene--
Just chief on its list of flaws
Now, be careful with your egos, boys
They're fragile. Say you hate--
all that ******* rockstar ********
I'm getting all your "jokes," today
Your pedestal is lofty and
You built it all yourselves--"That's D.I.Y., kid."
You're all you've hated...
You do things the "rightest" way.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
Welcome to the club where there's no clapping
And shouting's just beneath you
when you've raised yourself so high
And not a soul here is into moving--
Just standing with crossed arms
Because it's all "alright (you) guess."
Now be careful with your mouth corners,
A smile could crack your face
You're not a joke unless you make one,
and we "don't get it anyway."
Your pedestal is comfortable
And comfort's where it's at--it isn't boring...
It's your birthright--
You do things the rightest way.
Always so amused, but never laughing
You're not having any fun
'cuz it's business anyway
Doing the right thing for the wrong reasons
Don't make you Chief-of-Scene--
Just chief on its list of flaws
Now, be careful with your egos, boys
They're fragile. Say you hate--
all that ******* rockstar ********
I'm getting all your "jokes," today
Your pedestal is lofty and
You built it all yourselves--"That's D.I.Y., kid."
You're all you've hated...
You do things the "rightest" way.
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