A Better Band

Is this room getting smaller, or is it just me?
I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breathe,
All these walls are closing in on me, like the Death Star bin,
Oh that'll learn me, that'll squeeze out all the sin.
The world is bearing down on me like a fish-eye lens
And when it comes down to it, do I have any real friends?
How long were those monkeys typing to make all Billy's work?
I've some way to go yet, I'll finish this one first.
Something's gotta give.
I'm a failing restaurant, all expectant and sad,
With one eye on the door, playing cards out the back,
I'm love me, love me, love me. I'm a small bit of a prick,
I got the meat sweats from this real politik.
Sometimes I can see you, shining in the night;
There's Polly, and Gillian, and yer man in the big suit.
Spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss
And I'm left thinking....
I wanna be a better band
I wanna be a better band
This is it what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?
This is it what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?
I wanna be a better band
This is it what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?
I wanna be a better band
I wanna be a better band
Oh, I wanna be a better band
I wanna be a better band
Whoa, and shoot fire from my hands.
Fire from my hands.
Shoot fire from my hands.