♪ I was living on the hill ♪
♪ By the water tower and hiking trails ♪
♪ When the big one hit I'd have a seat ♪
♪ To watch masters abandon their dogs ♪
♪ And dogs run free ♪
♪ Oh baby, it's time to leave ♪
♪ Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans ♪
♪ Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens ♪
♪ Five-foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans ♪
♪ These L.A. phonies and their bullshit bands ♪
♪ That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant ♪
♪ So reads the pull quote from my last cover piece ♪
♪ Entitled The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks ♪
♪ You can hear it all over the airwaves ♪
♪ The manufactured gasp of the final days ♪
♪ Someone should tell them 'bout ♪
♪ The time that they don't have ♪
♪ To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past ♪
♪ A few things the songwriter needs ♪
♪ Arrows of Love, a mask of Tragedy ♪
♪ But if you want ecstasy or birth control ♪
♪ Just run the tap until the water's cold ♪
♪ Anything else you can get online ♪
♪ A creation myth or a 45 ♪
♪ You're going to need one or the other to survive ♪
♪ Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive ♪
♪ Mara taunts me 'neath the tree ♪
♪ She's like, oh great, that's just what we all need ♪
♪ Another white guy in 2017 ♪
♪ Who takes himself so goddamn seriously ♪
♪ She's not far off, the strange thing is ♪
♪ That's pretty much what I thought when I started this ♪
♪ It took me my whole life to learn to the play the G ♪
♪ But the role of Oedipus was a total breeze ♪
♪ Still I dreamt of garnering all rave reviews ♪
♪ Just believably a little north of God's own truth ♪
♪ He's a national treasure now, and here's the proof ♪
♪ In the form of his major label debut ♪
♪ A little less human with each release ♪
♪ Closing the gap between the mask and me ♪
♪ I swear I'll never do this, but is it okay ♪
♪ Don't want to be that guy but it's my birthday ♪
♪ If everything ends with the photo then I'm on my way ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ I watched my old gods all collapse ♪
♪ Were way more violent than my cartoon past ♪
♪ It's like my father said before he croaked ♪
♪ Son, you're killing me, and that's all folks ♪
♪ So why is it I'm so distraught ♪
♪ What I'm selling is getting bought ♪
♪ At some point you just can't control ♪
♪ What people use your fake name for ♪
♪ So I never learned to play the lead guitar ♪
♪ I always more preferred the speaking parts ♪
♪ Besides there's always someone willing to ♪
♪ Fill up the spaces that I couldn't use ♪
♪ Nonetheless, I've been practicing my whole life ♪
♪ Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by ♪
♪ Until I figured, if I'm here then I just might ♪
♪ Conceal my lack of skill here in the spotlights ♪
♪ Maya, the mother of illusions, a beard, and I ♪
♪ 2000 years or so since Ovid taught ♪
♪ Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty talk ♪
♪ And I'm merely a minor fascination to ♪
♪ Manic virginal lust and college dudes ♪
♪ I'm beginning to begin to see the end ♪
♪ Of how it all goes down between me and them ♪
♪ Some 10-verse chorus-less diatribe ♪
♪ Plays as they all jump ship, I used to like this guy ♪
♪ This new shit really kinda makes me wanna die ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ My first memory of music's from ♪
♪ The time at JCPenney's with my mom ♪
♪ The watermelon candy I was choking on ♪
♪ Barbara screaming, someone help my son ♪
♪ I relive it most times the radio's on ♪
♪ That tell me lies, sweet little white lies song ♪
♪ That's when I first saw the comedy won't stop for ♪
♪ Even little boys dying in department stores ♪
♪ So we leave town in total silence ♪
♪ New Year's Day, it's 6 o'clock AM ♪
♪ I've never seen Sunset this abandoned ♪
♪ Reminds me predictably of the world's end ♪
♪ It'll be good to get more space ♪
♪ God knows what all these suckers paid ♪
♪ I can stop drinking and you can write your script ♪
♪ But what we both think now is ♪
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