Every starving artist in Hollywood's talking ‘bout integrity like it's the 70s like
it even

Matters to me why can't they see that talent and determination don't make for
a
Pop sensation these days all the accolades are going to the people without the
fucking brains
And if “all I had to do to make it big was suck a little dick then I'd be hanging
on the prick of of everybody in the business semen on my lips yes I just wish it
were that easy”
You think you know who you are but you're just lying to yourself

You think you'll be a star because you know you deserve it
More than anyone, the world it owes you so much
Maybe you're mistaken Â….maybe you're mistaken
Bills keep stacking up in my mailbox day in day out
No one will hire me no they just inspire me to demonstrate my hate and
contempt for society
And if selling myself ain't punk rock , tell me what is ?
Should I be living at home+
Hooked on methadone?
Dying my hair blue, piercing my nose?
Sipping on coffee, writing bad poetry about the foreign policy?
Screaming for the anarchy that's never gonna come
Just blame it on everyone except myself

You think you know who you are but you're just lying to yourself

You think you'll be a star because you know you deserve it
More than anyone, the world it owes you so much
Maybe you're mistaken Â….maybe you're mistaken
Can't hide the way you feel inside
Can't con a con-artist by talking jive
Like you're some kind of anti-hero
Hear me cryÂ…Â…Â…boohoo