Incapable of holding down real jobs
And can't make rent
So for a life in the arts
We deem ourselves destined

Skip across my record collection
Until a song strikes my soul
Until it distances the earth
Between me and my home

With the lazy shame of my parents' money
And the senseless sweat of my own
Kids, we're in this together
You're my new consumer and I don't want to move back home

So put a big black sticker on the front
That says "for fans of..."
And you can donate a penny to my future pension
We've got big retail chain front-of-store displays
But remember it's 3-grand for a half-page ad
So you better be paying attention

Yeah, you're a beautiful consumer
And I don't want to move back home
So download all the songs we wrote
And hype it up with some bullshit quotes
Yeah, we're on a roll


Lyrics submitted by punkpirate

I'm On The Guestlist, Motherfucker song meanings
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