im the son of rage and love
the jxxxx xx suburbia
from the bible of
none of the above
on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin
no one ever died for my sins in hell
as far as ican tell
at leat the ones i got away with
but theres nothing wrong with me
this is how i'm supposed to be
i a land of make believe
that dont believe in me
get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
the living room
in my private womb
while the moms and brads are away
to fall in love and fall in debt
to alchohol and cigarettes
and mary jane
to keep me insane
and doing someone else's cocaine
A fEW ThInGS TO REmEmBeR:
Traditionally, songwriters can't sing. And that holds true in my case, also.
I may not be a first-rate composer, but I am a first-class second-rate composer.
I always said that I'm not the best singer in the world, just the loudest
Get up from that piano. You hurtin' its feelings.
God tells me how the music should sound, but you stand in the way.
There are more bad musicians than there is bad music.