Titus Andronicus

Throw my guitar down on the floor

No one cares what I've got to say anymore

I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise

I'll write my masterpiece some other day

(Fuck everything, fuck me)

I'm repeating myself again

Innovation, I leave to smarter men

Pretty melodies don't fall out of the air for me

I've got to steal them from somewhere

But it doesn't matter what you do

Or how hard you try

Now there's nothing left for me to do except die

When they cut you up

And tell you that it's not going to hurt

But they are not going to stop until they see you go to sleep in the dirt

There'll be no more cigarettes

No more having sex

No more drinking until you fall on the floor

No more indie rock

Just a ticking clock

You have no time for that anymore

You better watch where you run your mouth

Because you know what they'll say to you

They'll say

Your life is over [repeat until end]