Shut the fuck up, that's enough today
You made your point, I can't make mine and that's the way we're gonna keep it, bro
Get out, get out fast, that's my only chance
I have no skills but pleasing teenagers with a melody they'll soon forget
So let's have a conversation, thank you Jesus
Some lives big and we've got, got coattails to burn
And when they tell me my convictions did not pay the rent this month
Stop your whining and write a better song
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than shit
Shit, man, I fell hard, hard on for a dream
My desperate attempt to bastardize a perfectly good medium
Conjure up one more conversation whore, thank the fucking lord that someone's living goddamn large
And we've got, got coattails to burn
My landlord said that my convictions did not pay the rent this month
Find an office and stop writing these songs (the neighbors are complaining)
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than shit
And contrary to how young we wanna stay
We're getting older every day
So shut the power off
Go do something
Regardless of how young we wanna stay
We're getting older every day
Shut the power off
And stake your claim
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists get tired of eating shit
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than shit