A RECOVERED NOISE ROCKER’S IMPASSIONED ADDRESS BEFORE THE SUPREME COURT
Maladjusted poptimism and interfaith healers
Misplaced ironies and self conscious drug dealers
I've been building nukes in my garage just so I can decommission them
I can't live with petty insults and side eyes but that don't mean ill stop dishin 'em
Like Robert Ashley's "Perfect Lives" played at 1.5 times
By a self obsessed Vyvanse addict who pays tithe
To twee pop musicians who have her number blocked
Like sucking cock at the slightest of whims
The prеsent is dim and the future don't look brightеr hey man won't you give me back my lighter and I'll do you a favor hey man won't you be my savior I ask to anyone who looks at me a certain way cuz what else can you say to someone like me
I've been barkin up a series of numbered and signed wrong trees
I've been seeing things other people can't see
I'm not hallucinating just tired of tears
Oh its been a long year
And they all like the way I play my guitar
They all like the way I make it whine
They all think im gonna be a star
They all think the future is mine
They all like the way i play my guitar
They all like the way I throw myself on the floor
They all think I'm gonna be a star
They want me imaged Madonna and whore
Humility and grace, charity is the key
Cracked leather and lace, aren't you sick of me?
Is this what you'd prefer