Will Wood - Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n’ Roll lyrics
[Will Wood - Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n’ Roll lyrics]
This is a desk job
A data entry five to niner
Yeah, I guess I’m my own boss
But everyone’s my supervisor
Tell me
What kind of living legend would
Only want a living wage?
Because I just turned 27 and
I’m dying of old age
Guess I’m just selfish
I wanna have but not be had
And I think, "Can I sell
This? The rainfall’s a windfall
The fourth wall a paywall"
Whenever things get bad
So this is what I choose to
Do with my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the
Same place as my instability
It’s not a gift if you pay for it
But I don’t want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here
And now I really think
I’d rather leave 'cause
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate proving that I’m
Still human after all
It’s the death of the author
You read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen’s that much stronger
Then call this hare kari as I
Kamikaze to my career suicide
I hate these Easter bunny encores
2 and 4 beat claps
Stockade stages
Applause and praise and trying
To chuck tomatoes back
Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics
And starry-eyed stalkers who demand
A man in lipstick
And a role model psycho but
An echo in their chamber
Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
Effigy on the alter: the
Parish they brandish their
Torches and sway to this love song
Screaming "Virginia
Walk on my water!" Their apocryphal daughters
With nerf armor and ARs
Who want me caught with red hands
Cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on
So go ahead sure, drink my kool-aid
It wouldn’t mix well with my meds
But there’s demand and a market
For my brand scars
And I can’t treat the trademarks in my head
I hate to be "that guy, "
But I’m not that guy anymore
And I made goddamn sure he’s dead
And I would dance on his grave, but the music
That I play seems to say "take me instead
" so
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music, and I hate you kids
And I hate putting up fourth walls
And I hate proving that I’m
Still human after all
I hate proving that I’m still human
A data entry five to niner
Yeah, I guess I’m my own boss
But everyone’s my supervisor
Tell me
What kind of living legend would
Only want a living wage?
Because I just turned 27 and
I’m dying of old age
Guess I’m just selfish
I wanna have but not be had
And I think, "Can I sell
This? The rainfall’s a windfall
The fourth wall a paywall"
Whenever things get bad
So this is what I choose to
Do with my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the
Same place as my instability
It’s not a gift if you pay for it
But I don’t want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here
And now I really think
I’d rather leave 'cause
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate proving that I’m
Still human after all
It’s the death of the author
You read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen’s that much stronger
Then call this hare kari as I
Kamikaze to my career suicide
I hate these Easter bunny encores
2 and 4 beat claps
Stockade stages
Applause and praise and trying
To chuck tomatoes back
Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics
And starry-eyed stalkers who demand
A man in lipstick
And a role model psycho but
An echo in their chamber
Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
Effigy on the alter: the
Parish they brandish their
Torches and sway to this love song
Screaming "Virginia
Walk on my water!" Their apocryphal daughters
With nerf armor and ARs
Who want me caught with red hands
Cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on
So go ahead sure, drink my kool-aid
It wouldn’t mix well with my meds
But there’s demand and a market
For my brand scars
And I can’t treat the trademarks in my head
I hate to be "that guy, "
But I’m not that guy anymore
And I made goddamn sure he’s dead
And I would dance on his grave, but the music
That I play seems to say "take me instead
" so
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs
And I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music, and I hate you kids
And I hate putting up fourth walls
And I hate proving that I’m
Still human after all
I hate proving that I’m still human