Will Wood – Sex Drugs Rock N Roll (Guitar)

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This is a desk job. A data entry five to niner

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Yeah I guess I'm my own boss, but everyone's my supervisor

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Tell me what kind of living legend would only want a living wage?

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Because I just turned 27 and I'm dying of old age

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Guess I'm just selfish. I wanna have but not be had

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And I think "Can I sell this? the rainfall's a windfall, the fourth wall a paywall"

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whenever things get bad

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So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality

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That thing that came from the same place as my instability

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It's not a gift if you pay for it, but I don't want no charity

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I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I'd rather leave cause

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I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n' roll. And I hate music and my

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lack of self-control

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I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n' roll. And I hate proving that I'm

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still human after all

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It's the death of the author, you read between white chalk outlines

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Well if the pen's that much stronger, then call this hare kari as I kamikaze

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to my career suicide

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I hate these easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps.

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Stockade stages, applause and praise, trying to chuck tomatoes back.

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Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and starry-eyed stalkers who

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demand a man in lipstick, and a role model psycho but an echo in their

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chamber, martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger

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Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their torches and sway to this

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love song  (screaming)

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"Virginia, walk on my water!" Their apocryphal daughters with nerf armor

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and ARs who want me caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me

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 put white gloves on

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So go ahead sure, drink my kool-aid. It wouldn't mix well with my meds

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But there's demand and a market for my brand scars, and I can't treat the

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trademarks in my head

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I hate to be "that guy", but I'm not that guy anymore. And I made God damn sure he's dead

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And I would dance on his grave, but the music that I play seems to say take me instead. So

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I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n' roll. And I hate music and my

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lack of self-control

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I hate sex. I hate drugs. And I hate rock n' roll. And I hate music

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And I hate you kids

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And I hate putting up fourth walls

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And I hate proving that I'm still human after all

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I hate proving that I'm still human