Talkshow Boy - More Me In The Foldback lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - More Me In The Foldback lyrics]
People don’t get this
You're not on the guest list
Killin' my cool like herpes, asbestos
Your on the radio
You've got your own show
Bold and beautiful
Young and restless
Turn down the house lights
Turn up the strobe lights
Here's a new track!
More me in the foldback
Guys and dolls at the back of the room
Keep on drinking cause it means you’ll
Either love or hate me soon
All the kids around me look like
They are gonna lose it
I say "log onto the internet
And make some fuckin' music!"
Learn to chop up beats and
Get some P2P software
Rip that shit to CD-R
And get it fuckin' out there!
I'm on the A-list
You're not famous
You put my whole career on your playlist!
You need a stylist
I need to kill this
You got your name spelled wrong
Turn down the house lights
Turn up the strobe lights
Here's a new track!
More me in the foldback
Guys and dolls at the back of the room
Keep on drinking cause it means you’ll
Either love or hate me soon
Guitar
A messed-up kid
When jocks were beatin' beatin' me down
Made some songs
So pretty people'd talk to me now
Kissing chicks
And getting more fucked up then I should
Nowhere to go except to laptop pop obscurity
In the discos
People always know what my name is
I don't need to introduce myself
'cause I'm famous
Googling Talkshow Boy to see
What dickheads have said
Destined to be a fucking
Footnote in pop history
Or taped to bedroom walls of teenage
Girls who hate their parents
Life is sweet!
Don't worship me!
You're not on the guest list
Killin' my cool like herpes, asbestos
Your on the radio
You've got your own show
Bold and beautiful
Young and restless
Turn down the house lights
Turn up the strobe lights
Here's a new track!
More me in the foldback
Guys and dolls at the back of the room
Keep on drinking cause it means you’ll
Either love or hate me soon
All the kids around me look like
They are gonna lose it
I say "log onto the internet
And make some fuckin' music!"
Learn to chop up beats and
Get some P2P software
Rip that shit to CD-R
And get it fuckin' out there!
I'm on the A-list
You're not famous
You put my whole career on your playlist!
You need a stylist
I need to kill this
You got your name spelled wrong
Turn down the house lights
Turn up the strobe lights
Here's a new track!
More me in the foldback
Guys and dolls at the back of the room
Keep on drinking cause it means you’ll
Either love or hate me soon
Guitar
A messed-up kid
When jocks were beatin' beatin' me down
Made some songs
So pretty people'd talk to me now
Kissing chicks
And getting more fucked up then I should
Nowhere to go except to laptop pop obscurity
In the discos
People always know what my name is
I don't need to introduce myself
'cause I'm famous
Googling Talkshow Boy to see
What dickheads have said
Destined to be a fucking
Footnote in pop history
Or taped to bedroom walls of teenage
Girls who hate their parents
Life is sweet!
Don't worship me!