I've got this great idea / let's just get out of here / 

they'll never even know we're gone

Like when you crush an ant / into the cold pavement / 

the colony still soldiers on

And do you think that they'd miss one or two?

I know you're wondering / how I am gonna live / when 

I'm no longer getting paid

I'm gonna play guitar / til I become a star / til I 

become a houshold name

And if I choke I guess the joke's on me

But I'm still gone. This song is my two weeks



Let my body rise and tear through the staring crowd

Take my quick observations and my questions and my poor 

explanations

And wrap them into rhymes. Weave them around my mouth

Suffer me up into brilliance until no one doesn't know 

my name



I've never been the type / to step into the light / 

without a push from someone else

But I'm sick of waiting / to bring you food and drinks 


/ enjoy your meals and go to hell

And if you choke I guess the joke's on you

I get it at last. All that I have to do is



Let my body rise and tear through the staring crowd

Take my quick observations and my questions and my poor 

explanations

And wrap them into rhymes. Weave them around my mouth

Suffer me up into brilliance until no one doesn't know 

my name



It's all over your face

My generation is easily replaced

Send us back if you don't care for the taste

This waiter's uniform would look good on anyone



Let my body rise and tear through the staring crowd

Take my quick observations and my questions and my poor 

explanations

And wrap them into rhymes. Weave them around my mouth

Suffer me up into brilliance until no one doesn't know 

my name