It Ceases to Be "Whining" If You're Still "Shitting" Blood
Sing the fucking songs you told the world to sing.
Sing it right unless you want to fail.
Listen back and punch the shit we don't like.
You can't do it right in just one take.
Because you aren't good enough.
You were never good enough to sing your own songs oh so perfect.
If you fuck this up, you fuck the record deal
And respect of all our famous friends.
Drift too far and it is inaccessible.
Do it right! We worked as hard as you.
And we didn't come this far
For you to fuck this up and fuck our whole lives.
So write some songs with fucking hooks
Remember why you wrote songs in the first place.
Let's start a band.
This is all that you can do.
Cut the cookie. Five sharp points to make a star.
Cut the corners, get the biggest tours.
Traffic violations mean bad credit now.
Twenty triple zeroes in the hole.
And it wouldn't be so bad.
If we crashed the fucking van and watch our fucking debt go up in flames.
You know, it wouldn't be so bad.
If we just threw up our hands instead of feeding something
I did not want to create.
Your underground is a mistake.
So write one song without a hook.
Remember why you wrote songs in the first place.
Not for the band
You opened up for yesterday.
Sing it right unless you want to fail.
Listen back and punch the shit we don't like.
You can't do it right in just one take.
Because you aren't good enough.
You were never good enough to sing your own songs oh so perfect.
If you fuck this up, you fuck the record deal
And respect of all our famous friends.
Drift too far and it is inaccessible.
Do it right! We worked as hard as you.
And we didn't come this far
For you to fuck this up and fuck our whole lives.
So write some songs with fucking hooks
Remember why you wrote songs in the first place.
Let's start a band.
This is all that you can do.
Cut the cookie. Five sharp points to make a star.
Cut the corners, get the biggest tours.
Traffic violations mean bad credit now.
Twenty triple zeroes in the hole.
And it wouldn't be so bad.
If we crashed the fucking van and watch our fucking debt go up in flames.
You know, it wouldn't be so bad.
If we just threw up our hands instead of feeding something
I did not want to create.
Your underground is a mistake.
So write one song without a hook.
Remember why you wrote songs in the first place.
Not for the band
You opened up for yesterday.
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Rosenstock
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- Blow Your Brains Out on Live TV!!
- Does Your Face Hurt? No? 'Cause It's Killing Me!!!
- It Ceases to Be "Whining" If You're Still "Shitting" Blood
- Big Plans of Sleeping In
- I'm a Panic Bomb, Baby!
- Sweet Home Cananada
- Funcoland vs. the Southern Electorate
- Ready...Set...No!!!
- I'm Too Coooool for Music
- Pike St. / Park Slope (Harvey Danger)
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