The Arrogant Sons of Bitches Melon Country Lyrics:
Well its OK to want, but its less OK to need
'Cause I started to get greedy,
that's the last thing I would need (great rhyme)
Getting comfortable with all my friends,
finding no need to explore
and now I wanna get away from life
('cause I'm so fucking bored)
Did you ever get the feeling your trying put out the sun
With nothing but a pink and plastic broken water gun
Yeah, trying to extinguish all the
angst that I don't need inside
I wanna get away from life and do something before I die.
Its so monotonous.
The daily grind:
I get up, go to school or work instead,
maybe hang out with my friends, then bed.
Time I spend has become frivolous
Writing songs that no one understands
but plenty will feel obliged to berate.
So one day I went nuts.
I don't remember exactly how it happened
but now my mind doesn't like me
Seeking therapy never was the way for me
I've gotten dumped and bounced right back,
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the music was supposed to be a haven.
Yeah, but now I wonder was it just a waste of time.
I could institute my whole mind with vim
and vigor seeking a future.
When I figure it I'll create a flux
capacitator and travel back in time.
I wanna say goodbye,
but my empty closet bookshelf mind finds
it so hard to leave behind
--What I think I wanna do.
--A guitar.
--A case of rancid flu.
--A burnt up photograph of you. (soon I will be leaving too)
It never made much sense to me to celebrate the rain
The odds are stacked against us.
It may help but there's still pain.
So as I sit in the cold and wet writing waiting for a sign
My eyes light up with a ray of hope
She'll never again get to be mine.
I died inside when you did this to me.
I died and I thought that you would help me.
There's a fire inside when I say this to you.
You're not mine anymore.
You lost your chance with selfishness
and it all comes back to the same problem.
I am lonely, but don't want you.
Someday you'll feel this too.
Your problems I can't solve them.
I'll be gone with a damp piece of paper reading your address.
Maybe I'll write you someday.
I thought I'd call but the mechanisms won't let me submit.
Lyrics: Melon Country, The Arrogant Sons of Bitches [end]