Here it is,
the final curtain call:
a gesture of gratitude and ego.
Well, I'd be remiss
if I didn't piss myself
one last public act of disrepute to regret.
People used to pay
to watch me sing and play
but it seems
more and more they come
to spit in my face.
Well I'm tired of speaking up
and speaking clearly
so the idiots in the back can hear me.
From now on it's do's and don'ts
to a room of antique maps and ghosts,
where I have been where I will go.
the final curtain call:
a gesture of gratitude and ego.
Well, I'd be remiss
if I didn't piss myself
one last public act of disrepute to regret.
People used to pay
to watch me sing and play
but it seems
more and more they come
to spit in my face.
Well I'm tired of speaking up
and speaking clearly
so the idiots in the back can hear me.
From now on it's do's and don'ts
to a room of antique maps and ghosts,
where I have been where I will go.
Lyrics submitted by stopthebomb
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but it seems more and more they come to spit in my face "
what a sad thing that happening