The drummer's in trouble he burst the bubble and bummer
It was a hell of a ride from the top
It pays to know someone who's really nothing and no one
Is ever gonna forget you forgot
But keep yourself level you come from Bethlehem
Better than being broken and burned to a char
It pinches a bit when somebody's giving you shit
But I know that being so rich can't be that hard
The pain in your neck is an overwhelming attack
Of being stabbed in the back by your dog
You feed em and love em and tell em no one will touch them
And then you gotta admit it's your fault
The fans will refuse it you make political music
Does anybody remember the war?
You told me in confidence father sat in his office
And wrote a song that you couldn't afford
I'm scared
I'm scared
Do you have a heart yet?
I've never been better it was a bummer but drummer
I'm ever hoping you're doing alright
Your buddies gone nuts they're ripping stomachs from guts
And selling glasses while they're gouging out eyes
It's hard to be perfect and after all is it worth it
I heard the fire wasn't really that bad
So once you're done choking I'll catch a plane up to Oakland
Daddy's heard you got a really nice pad
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