Yastridobicularite

Ok
The music's written but
The endless question remains
And it drives me insane
What can I this time sing about?
A murder in a school
Or the pure delight of a stout?
Cry about my life?
A murder with a knife?
Another love song?
Or why I've never been to Hong-Kong?

Alright
I got one 'bout a rape
One 'bout how I'm bored
One really dumb 'bout how I'm bad with the girls
One about why I've got to play with these earmuffs
And then there's Wake up on time
I don't know what the f this song is talking' about

I suck ass
At writing good lyrics for my songs
Whish I was more like Steven Wilson, M. Shadows or Mike Portnoy
That would raise the score

I always use Google's search bar
To find my rhymes
And I give no shit about good songs name
I named this song Yastridobicularite
Clearly no fs were given

Oh!
I could write a song about
My inability of writing a song
That would clear the lyrics for this one
But what if I get stuck with 2 extra bars
That are useless for what I'm talking about

I suck ass
At writing good lyrics for my songs
Wish I was more like Pettrucci, Jack black, Tankian or Malakian
That would be convenient
(Tukudu-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow)



Credits
Writer(s): étienne Quirion
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