Will Wood And The Tapeworms - Sex, Drugs, Rock'n Roll

This is a desk job
A data entry five to niner
Yeah, I guess I'm my own boss
But everyone’s my supervisor

Tell me what kind of living legend
Would only want a living wage?
Because I just turned 27 and I'm dying of old age

Guess I'm just selfish
I wanna have but not be had
And I think: Can I sell this?
The rainfall’s a windfall the fourth wall a paywall
Whenever things get bad

So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the same place as my instability
It’s not a gift if you pay for it, and I don’t want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here
And now I really think I’d rather leave cause

I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate proving that I'm still human after all

It’s the death of the author
You read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen’s that much stronger
Then call this hare Kari as I kamikaze to my career suicide

I hate these Easter bunny encores
2 and 4 beat claps, stockade stages
Applause and praise, trying to chuck tomatoes back

Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics
And starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick
And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber
Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger

Effigy on the alter: The parish they brandish their torches
And sway to this love song
Virginia, walk on my water!
Their apocryphal daughters with nerf armor and ARs
Who want me caught with red hands
Cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on

So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-Aid
It wouldn’t mix well with my meds
But there’s demand and a market for my brand scars
And I can’t treat the trademarks in my head

I hate to be that guy, but I'm not that guy anymore
And I made God damn sure he’s dead
And I would dance on his grave
But the music I play seems to say take me instead, so

I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll

And I hate music
And I hate you kids
And I hate putting up fourth walls
And I hate proving that I'm still human after all
I hate proving that I'm still human