I keep hearing my song's too long
and how there are no happy tones
and the drums are too weak, or they're too strong
and how it's just not that good to party on
Well, there's two who could play that game
but what I do kicks your crap to shame
I can't remember a single note from you
So what in the hell am I supposed to do?
Should I be sorry for your lame manners
and your posture fault
Should I be all sorry for my rhapsodies
Should I not make this song too long
or should I never again use words
that do not appear in your childlike vocabulary
I see you walk the street
with some left behind hippie creeps
who sure can play a million notes
but no one remembers a single proper song
Should I be all sorry for your tame
voice and for the cover songs you play
Should I be all sorry for my apathy
Should I not make this song too long
or should I just never again use words
that do not appear in your childlike vocabulary
Go train your progressive crap
Nothing good ever comes out of that
Oh man, now you don't look so well
Maybe it's time to see the truth I try to tell
You say you'll never sell out to radio
and never would appear on a tv-show
Well I got news for you, hear it clear and loud
Your shit songs will see to all that anyhow
You say you'll never sell out to radio
and never would appear on a tv-show
Well I got news for you, it is clear and loud
Your shit songs will see to all that anyhow