Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll
[00:12.11] This is a desk job
[00:16.87] A data entry five-to-niner
[00:24.40] Yeah, I guess I'm my own boss
[00:29.42] But everyone's my supervisor
[00:37.70] Tell me what kind of living legend
[00:41.22] Would only want a living wage
[00:44.23] Because I just turned 27
[00:47.23] And I'm dying of old age
[00:50.50] Guess I'm just selfish
[00:55.02] I wanna have but not be had
[01:02.81] And I think "can I sell this
[01:07.08] The rainfall's a windfall the fourth wall a paywall"
[01:10.60] Whenever things get bad
[01:16.40] So this is what I choose to do
[01:19.42] With my redeeming quality
[01:22.94] That thing that came from the same place as my
[01:26.71] Instability
[01:29.22] It's not a gift if you pay for it
[01:31.98] And I don't want no charity
[01:35.49] I spent all my years to end up right here, and now
[01:38.99] I really think I'd rather leave
[01:41.51] Cause I hate sex. I hate drugs
[01:45.27] And I hate rock n' roll
[01:48.53] And I hate music and my
[01:52.05] Lack of self-control
[01:54.30] And I hate sex. I hate drugs
[01:58.10] And I hate rock n' roll
[02:01.38] And I hate proving that
[02:04.39] I'm still human after all
[02:19.96] It's the death of the author
[02:24.72] You read between white chalk outlines
[02:32.50] Well if the pen's that much stronger
[02:36.78] Then call this Harakiri as I kamikaze to my career suicide
[02:46.07] I hate these Easter bunny encores
[02:49.84] 2 and 4 beat claps
[02:52.34] Stockade stages, applause and praise
[02:55.62] And trying to chuck tomatoes back
[02:59.37] News-feeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and
[03:02.38] Starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick
[03:05.40] And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber
[03:08.67] Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
[03:13.96] Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their
[03:19.98] Torches and sway to this love song
[03:26.00] Screaming
[03:26.75] "Virginia, walk on my water!"
[03:31.04] Their apocryphal daughters with Nerf armor and AR's who want me
[03:34.33] Caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on
[03:40.36] So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-aid
[03:43.63] It wouldn't mix well with my meds
[03:46.65] But there's demand and a market for my brand-scars
[03:49.42] And I can't treat the trademarks in my head
[03:53.22] I hate to be "that guy, " but I'm not that guy anymore
[03:56.22] And I made God damn sure he's dead
[03:59.51] And I would dance on his grave, but the music I play
[04:02.78] Seems to say take me instead. So
[04:05.56] I hate sex. I hate drugs
[04:09.32] And I hate rock n' roll
[04:12.36] And I hate music and my
[04:16.13] Lack of self-control
[04:18.38] And I hate sex. I hate drugs
[04:22.16] And I hate rock n' roll
[04:25.17] And I hate music
[04:28.19] Yeah, I hate you kids
[04:31.45] And I hate putting up fourth walls
[04:38.49] And I hate proving that
[04:41.25] I'm still human after all
[04:51.05] I hate proving that
[04:54.33] I'm still human
