"Wonderful Life"

rock n’ roll ain’t dead but broken down by the side of the road
and at the wheel are plastic statutory sex symbols
whose albums price at 20 but they cost a half a million to make
while the so-called artists pennypinch their slice of the cake
(albeit the crumbs)

so what are you gonna say? when that prima donna’s doa?

if it’s all about the money then I’m kinda glad I’m really poor
it’s easier to look like a bum then act like some whore
I got an itchy trigger finger garden hose up the exhaust pipe
the notion of a well-adjusted artist is a myth
please don’t believe the hype

but my bran is wet, and my soul is dry

I hate my life – cuz it feels like a bad dream
and I hate it here in hell – cuz its overcrowded stench is all I smell
is it any wonder why no one gets outta here alive?

perfect world is where we’re the only ones
to set human eyes on the setting suns
me and my queen’ll start the earth anew
I’ll bet we’d do a better job than you

what’s a cynical boy to do, with a lifetime of IOU’s?

I’ll be he hates his (motherfuckin’ piece of shit) life
because more often than not he feels just like me
and I hate this waste of wonderful life
‘cause it feels just like someone else’s bad dream
I hate this ball-and-chain GPS life
‘cause the pigs are closing in on me
and I hate this repetitious cyclical life
‘cause it feels like a bad dream
no matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to wake the fuck up

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