Bomb The Music Industry! - From Martyrdom To Star(tyr)dom lyrics

Shut the f** up, that's enough today You made your point, I can't make mine and that's the way we're gonna keep it, bro Get out, get out fast, that's my only chance I have no sk**s but pleasing teenagers with a melody they'll soon forget So let's have a conversation, thank you Jesus Some lives big and we've got, got coattails to burn And when they tell me my convictions did not pay the rent this month Stop your whining and write a better song Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than sh** sh**, man, I fell hard, hard on for a dream My desperate attempt to ba*tardize a perfectly good medium Conjure up one more conversation who*e, thank the f**ing lord that someone's living goddamn large And we've got, got coattails to burn My landlord said that my convictions did not pay the rent this month Find an office and stop writing these songs (the neighbors are complaining) Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than sh** And contrary to how young we wanna stay We're getting older every day So shut the power off Go do something Regardless of how young we wanna stay We're getting older every day Shut the power off And stake your claim Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing Even martyr starving artists get tired of eating sh** Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than sh**