I've always had a problem with artists that are over the top serious about their art. Its the arrogance, the unabashed display of ego love that kinda makes me sick.
Why?
I dont know.
Its all right to love your art. Its all right to love yourself.
I mean I love myself. And I love my art.
In fact, my art is important to me, as much as the viewer is important to me. It is my hope that they develop their... oh fuck this shit, man, ROCK OVER LONDON, ROCK OVER CHICAGO, DRY PROCESSED MEAT SAUSAGES, PART OF A COMPLETE BREAKFAST.
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Eat a bag of shit you suck
I can't believe the luck you have
Its not bestowed upon me
And my pants are falling down
I would have another drink
Except it might be poisoned
By my mind
And my pants are falling down
I don't know what you've been drinking
But pour another one for me
My pants are falling down
The room is spinning around
My stomach is making funny sounds
I'm falling down
"Fuck you I hate you"
Is all she said as she slapped my face
And spit beer on me
And my pant are falling down
She said, "You're a no good, ugly, dumb, stupid punk rocker
With a bad haircut And your pants are falling down"
I don't know what you've been smoking
But pack another bowl for me
My pants are falling down
The room is spinning around
My stomach is making funny sounds
I'm falling down (yeah)
I'm falling down
Diesel boys, Lagwagon, guttermouth...
You're stuck in your early teens akward phase man, I'm sorry for you.
At least I'm stuck in the "pre-teen everything I do is cool" phase.
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