We thought we'd write a song about all of the
problems inherent in the industry, it was going to
be an exposé written in unblemished symmetry. We
were going to have our glorious exit, an
admonition and an encore, we were going to make a
point to the whole world, but no one wants to hear
it anymore. Don't worry what this song would say,
you'll never hear it anyway. They won't play this
song on the radio, so far, so bad, that's how it
goes. They'll pull our records from the shelves,
so far, so bad, that's how it goes. The rhyme
scheme to this song was mostly flawless, it might
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gap between the classes, and overthrown the
bourgeoisie. It made a couple points about the
future, and how the past was kind of uncool, and
if you ever tried to play it backwards, it told
the kids to stay in school. I thought I'd write an
epiphany, how something good is changing me, but I
guess we dodged some passing fad, it looks like
it's so far, so bad. This song is rad. You could
ask your dad. He won't be mad. This song is
stupid.