Now We Are All Sons of Bitches
Jared Morris
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Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay I really wanted to make this record sound good So I hired a guy to mix it to fix it 8 months later I saw him playing on stage with Mike Mills And he still didn't have anything for me Didn't even introduce me to Kurt Bloch What a crock Seemed embarrassed to know me He should be I wonder every day if I made a mistake leaving my last job That's a long time to do anything I never let it define me Which was fine by me But now I feel stuck in the country Off the map Everyone is moving all over the world Going to LA, LV, LDS, LSD And look at me Sleeping on the floor Nothing more I remind myself that I didn't have any time or money when I worked there either Only difference is now I have time to fixate on my many mistakes I've had the same pa for 20 years My amp shorted it out when I was trying to fix it I can't afford to buy another Same drums Same three guitars I look up and see same stars From the same car Parked at the Same Lame Bar I started taking these pills to replace the other better pills And I don't like how either made me me feel Nothing is real Too many coincidences But when i'm in the think of it I'm sick of it I'm not as angry as I was But maybe I should be I wanna thank my maker A shitty baker My therapist told me that I was just standing up for myself And I did the fucking right thing That's how she put it too The fucking right thing Okay Sounds good what now? I can't even imagine an audience for my shit That homeless guy said we were ahead of our time then split His cousin hanged himself and that our time has not come Look at what we've done It's out of time Out of time and out of time If i'd realized in my 20s that I was as messed up as I am What would I have done differently? Now I fill guilty just reading Grieving not leaving Believing That we'd still have time I imagine myself in ten years And I can't see myself anywhere Except sleeping in the streets In the warehouse Under sheets No heat And although I see it coming I don't know how to stop it Over the hill side Just out of sight If the reads like my manifesto Presto Get it off my chesto If you're not so impressed Just go Make up the rest for yourself If you made it this far Hi Hello F*ck mental illness for holding me hostage I can't count how many times I've seriously lost it F*ck getting up at 5am just to get up to go to work again F*ck not being able to sleep without drugs Even then, most nights it's not enough F*ck you guys that go to church And think it's a free pass to behave even worse F*ck your snide comments and crooked looks F*ck ratings books F*ck you for ruining the Hall Of Presidents And me for not being in The Residents F*ck hip hop where they only rap about pussy and cars they can't afford There's gotta be something else to live for No doubt F*ck shitty pop songs The ones by children of rich parents And the ones all written by the same dude Or your producer tryin' a f*ck you You're tripping over each other to be the next Lorde What for? A chore F*ck genre rock just copying the same shit over and over I can't tell you a part Take one good idea and beat it the f*ck to death F*ck that indie shit you hear on XPN With bands names read like a Stienbeck novel Let's all go see Cannery Row They sound just like you think, you know All technique and no soul F*ck you folk music pricks saying you support local artists F*ck you for pretending I don' exist I'm not good enough for your playlist Won't even respond to my letters F*ck the private clubs that I don't know the passwords to F*ck the music industry for ignoring you Web sites and zines and blogs and bars Reverb nation, sonic bids, radio carbon dating Polarize the motherfucking hull plating F*ck me for never learning how to relate F*ck my bands for missing too many dates And for being influenced by bands that everybody hates Real smart Just great I have too much on my plate My amp is an orange crate Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay Maybe someday sons of bitches
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