BOMB THE MUSIC INDUSTRY! LYRICS

"This Year For Presidents' Day, I'm Giving Up On Rock And Roll"

I was gonna die alone, I know
(Gonna die before thirty years old)
I've got this notion that successful careers are evil
So finally for the holidays
(A gift is coming all y'alls way)
My family will be excited when they look under the Presidents' Day tree

To see a box shrink-wrapped with real gold
Not paper gold
It's a fucking box filled to the top
With fucking gold

Hey, Mom! I got a job I'm not wasting my potential!
Hey, all my friends!
You don't have to hear about blah blah band
Who just got a brand new Prevost bus
And forgot my name and used to open for us
It's getting old, I know
That's why I'm giving up on rock and roll

We'll celebrate in my new pad
(I'm flying you out mom and dad!)
I've got a new job and a 40 inch plasma
(We'll watch 24!)
Now without music I can concentrate on sitting down
And charging by the hour to sell ideas to some assholes who wants to sell a car

I've upgraded from my childhood bedroom
To Southern Cali, Southern California
(Everyone here's always smiling)

Hey, Dad! I sold the van and used the money to invest!
I'm buying stocks and climbing ladders!
I'm all business!
Yes sir! Right sir! Coming sir!
Your documents are in order!
You're fucking proud. I know
Thank Bush I've given up on rock and roll

Hey, Mom! I got a job I'm not wasting my potential!
Hey, all my friends!
You don't have to hear about blah blah band
Who just got a brand new Prevost bus
And forgot my name and used to open for us
It's getting old, I know
Thank Cheney I've given up on rock and roll

We'll drink Delirium not Pabst
Not at my parents'
We're at my brand new apt
(That stands for apartment)

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