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One, nine, six,

the tape recorder, let's get this all down real fast
Before the insignificant goes by
There's one more slow song to write for the record
To make all the cry

I rocks but not rocking, stand there just mocking
hands in their armpits that they'll later smell
When you in the past, there's one thing that will last
Is resentment that time won't sit

The record business is fucked, it's funny
It'll a boy from a man
You can buy every copy of your record with your
But be your only fan

If it's one thing my father when he was younger
To a kid a mullet that looked like his son
To want and to try is the why
Some people will walk and some run, you, dad

Sharpen up all your pencils, 'cause class come early
so much you thought that you knew
While the B list celebrities all pay for their
They'll soak up what's of the pool

While a kid in the corner becomes a
No one will care till he's
Or he falls his grace with it all over the place
And a piece of it stuck in his