End of the Great Credibility Race

So some set out to get out
and do their own thing
End of the great credibility race
But the ego e-coli
spreads equally
End of the great credibility race
Major or minor
D.I.Y. or The Man
End of the great credibility race
You can’t kill
stupid stardom scams
End of the great credibility race
So here’s to the ones
that just wanna play
that set out to get out
and do their own thing
The rules they shift
but they stay the same
Thrift store theatrics
and four track recorders
are powered by trust funds
of guilty prodigals
the checkered flag’s white
at the end of the great credibility race
You can dare fate like a matador
End of the great credibility race
Have sympathy for all the dropped combos
End of the great credibility race
Touch on jazz and go prove you’re a honky white man
End of the great credibility race
Kill all the rock starts ‘til you’re a start for the act
End of the great credibility race
I wasn’t Built To Spill
I ain’t no no Modest Mouse
I roar like a lion
and I don’t miss a drop
Life’s too short
for all this fucking crap
Before you know you’re at your Crypt
reading your Epitaph