Song parody of
Smith Williams Jones
by Wolves in Alcatraz
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Spreading ink and wasting it
On hollow words and rhetoric
For songs and words and other shit
So grandiose and counterfeit
Seven notes and branding it
As artistry is making me misanthropic
Maybe just a little bit
We swim in the tide with the Smith's, Williams, Jones
Think like Bukowski and dress like Ramones
Nameless and aimless, unsung I suppose
If art is a statement then how would we know
Just doing our thing like The 'Hearts and The Stones
Our flag is on fire but our flag's up the pole
This isn't art this is just rock 'n' roll
Stale opinion aftertaste
And rambled lines of human waste
But just how long you gonna wait
For the world to hesitate
Never ones for faking it
Between the lines on acetate
Automatic
Have another fucking hit
We swim in the tide with the Smith's, Williams, Jones
Think like Bukowski and dress like Ramones
Nameless and aimless, unsung I suppose
If art is a statement then how would we know
Just doing our thing like The 'Hearts and The Stones
Our flag is on fire but our flag's up the pole
This isn't art this is just rock 'n' roll
Spreading ink and wasting it
On hollow words and rhetoric
For songs and words and other shit
So grandiose and counterfeit
Seven notes and branding it
As artistry is making me misanthropic
Maybe just a little bit
We swim in the tide with the Smith's, Williams, Jones
Think like Bukowski and dress like Ramones
Nameless and aimless, unsung I suppose
If art is a statement then how would we know
Just doing our thing like The 'Hearts and The Stones
Our flag is on fire but our flag's up the pole
This isn't art this is just rock 'n' roll
Stale opinion aftertaste
And rambled lines of human waste
But just how long you gonna wait
For the world to hesitate
Never ones for faking it
Between the lines on acetate
Automatic
Have another fucking hit
We swim in the tide with the Smith's, Williams, Jones
Think like Bukowski and dress like Ramones
Nameless and aimless, unsung I suppose
If art is a statement then how would we know
Just doing our thing like The 'Hearts and The Stones
Our flag is on fire but our flag's up the pole
This isn't art this is just rock 'n' roll
