Busdriver - Cool Band Buzz lyrics

[Busdriver - Cool Band Buzz lyrics]

Give us something man, hey i'm, uh
I'm on the guest list, yeah
(Who is) I'm a headliner here tonight
Yeah, I'm on their list
I'm on their list busdriver
B-U-S -Yes, me, that's me um, well I should
Be on there, so well um jeez
I dunno what to tell you

They want to hear good freestyling
(Real good)
With sarcasm of Woody Allen (Real good)
Their parents own oil rigs
They're just some spoiled kids
Who I must aim to please
And so I'm dipped in a syrup vat (Dipped)
And you know this town is a tourist trap
(Yes) run by entertainment industries
And the bureaucrats
Selling the ultimate brain freeze (That's me)
This year I'm Sambo, I'm on the Clear Channel
I'm smiling and reading my parchment of prose
I talk of the common man
And of the promised land
But, I'm insincere and make the Marxists doze
My head was a jar of lit bulbs
I used to make viewers carsick at shows
But now I'm easily the most compromising slut
Oh, it's hard to keep this harlot clothed
(Really?)
I network and do more than schmooze
I start licking toes
Underground rappers smell like garlic cloves
But me, I'm smug and decadent
Paid obscenely to appear at a set event
Companies license my likeliness
Money, it heightens my flighty fit's
I wrote the great American pop song
Stylized to my respective tiny niche

I wasn't invited to your shindig
I got no plus-one and a low slush fund
I never expected to ever win big
I never expected for you to open my press kit
I wasn't invited to your shindig
I got no plus-one and a low slush fund
I never expected to ever win big

The attendance is always subpar (Sucky)
When I perform at a club or bar
Why did I choose to do weird shit
I steered my career off the cliff
In a flaming stunt car
So now I'm falling down a bottomless pit
(Falling)
But, I'm trying to be optimistic (Please)
I spin microwaveable plates
But the label prorates nothing
My arms are to cotton pick with
Look at the poignant portrait's
In my doodle sketch
Meaning and art exude with every brush stroke
But my promises of revolution
Are futile threats i'm so over-sensitive
My crotch is blood-soaked
I'll African dance and cast a
Voodoo hex while in
Your dorm and spilling all the bong water
And count the stars in the nebula until up to
The googolplex while selling you
Sticks of nag champa
I dumbfound in the coffee shop
Looking like Jean-Michel Basquiat
And kill gaudy pop with dirty laundry smell
Acting all foolhardy
Leaving kids oddly distraught
Gentle laughter when I'm telling jokes
At your dead pool party
I am a necromancer of an exquisite corpse
I'll cry ten minutes in your wet tennis court
(Invite me) 'Cause, I wasn't invited

I wasn't invited to your shindig
I got no plus-one and a low slush fund
I never expected to ever win big
I never expected for you to open my press kit
I wasn't invited to your shindig
I got no plus-one and a low slush fund
I never expected to ever win big

They gave all the super fans
With notable computer tans
Secret decoder rings have replaced the
Older scene with cooler bands
They gave all the super fans
With notable computer tans
Secret decoder rings have replaced the
Older scene with cooler bands

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