Idiots With Instruments
Seems I just can't brea
into the music industry
With my happy childhoo
and perfect family
They don't want a clean-cu
kid like me, oh no siree
I have to be abused, misused and fondled sexually
Cause, they want Marilyn Manso
They want that guy from the Cur
Suffering from manic depression
and raping a bunch o' minors
So I got a brand new idea
A way I could become popular
I'll start my own punk rock band
And I think I'll call it MISDEMEANOR
It'll send the kiddos a' runnin
To buy our new record
We'll sing about killing policeme
and on the cover we'll be flippin' the bird
Cause, they want heroin addict
They want coke-sniffin' fiend
But with my new band name
I think that now they'll want me
So I gotta go build my ego
I think I'll start a fight in a bar
I'll even try to slit my wrists
But first I'll learn to play the guitar.
