Titus Andronicus, Craig Finn, Cassie Ramone - A Pot in Which to Piss lyrics

"The audience was large and brilliant
Upon my weary heart
Was showered smiles, plaudit's, and
Flowers, but beyond them
I saw thorns and troubles innumerable"
It was a pretty good GPA
We got a couple of good grades
And it sounded like a pretty good seven inch
And winter didn't seem so cold
And I had a smile for everyone I know
I was starting to get comfortable in
The place that I'm in
And it used to not mean anything
It used to not mean anything
It used to not mean anything
But it really means nothing now

Nothing means anything anymore
Everything is less than zero
And I know it won't do much good
Getting drunk and sad and singing
But, I'm at the end of my rope
And I feel like swinging

It was an unflattering photograph
And people saw it all over town
Hanging up on the wall above the urinal
Hear the man with the notepad say
"Oh, they're funny, but they drink too much"
"Don't be surprised if they don't
Amount to nothing at all"
We were talking about giving up
We were talking about lying down
We were talking about tying off
Wasn't it supposed to mean something now?
Let them see you struggle and they're
Going to tear you apart
You ain't never been no virgin, kid
You were fucked from the start
They're all going to be laughing at you

You can't make it on merit
Not on merit and merit alone
Dan McGee tried to tell me
"There ain't no more Rolling Stones"
They're all going to be laughing at you

I've been called out, cuckolded, castrated
But I survived i am covered in urine and
Excrement but I'm alive
And there's a white flag in my
Pocket never to be unfurled
Though with their hands 'round my ankles
They bring me down for another swirl
And they tell me, "Take it easy buddy
It's not the end of the world!"

"And there and then and bathed
By the rising sun my son in his grave
In his rude-dug grave I deposited
Ending my vigil strange with that
Vigil of night and battle-field dim
Vigil for boy of responding kisses
(never again on earth responding)
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain
Vigil I never forget, how as day brighten'd
I rose from the chill ground and folded
My soldier well in his blanket
And buried him where he fell"