Caught Up, Keep Up, Kill It

So it seems you’d rather mock yourself
Than open up for someone else
To you this art is just a way to make friends
Parlay your humor, just a way to defend
Against critique or failure or loss
But you should know that art comes at a cost
You want the life without the substance
But the best songs do more than make them dance
You’re far too cool to be cool and everybody knows
You follow the trends of those who say they don’t follow trends
(Chorus:)
<i>Caught up, caught up, caught up</i>
You’re caught up in your own lies
<i>Keep up, keep up, keep up</i>
You’ve got to keep up with the cutting edge
<i>Kill it, kill it, kill it</i>
You’re the cancer in this dying scene
You’re not concerned with integrity
Just spread your legs and earn that green
And you still would rather mock yourself
Than accept critique and sacrifice wealth
What ever happened to those friends you had?
Maybe they realized your music’s just a fad
Without the fame and money you’re lost
You made no art but now you’re feeling the cost
You wanted the life without the substance
But these days, the kids won’t even dance
You’re far too cool to be cool and everybody knows
You follow the trends of those who say they don’t follow trends
(Chorus)
You gotta earn it
Spread your legs and get caught...
(Chorus)