Words and music by Eric Kufs I'm not artsy, I'm not folky, I'm not the slightest bit lonely I'm not well-read, I'm not well-put, but there's something burning in my gut I'm mad at someone, I'm mad at someone Of who I am not sure but I'd like a little more I love to talk but I'm lazy, maybe a little but crazy For a girl that would subscribe to me, and all the possibilities That I was sincere, and I was sincere I'm not a poet, nor a prophet, though I dream from time to time I'm an artist of illusion, and I sketch a strange design So don't pay me with respect, just pay me with attention And when I bounce a check, don't forget that I had mentioned that I'm mad at someone, I'm mad at someone I'm not empty, in fact I'm full of it It's this long term equation that will lead me to admit.... that I quit I'm not a poet, nor a prophet, though I dream from time to time I'm an artist of illusion, and I sketch a strange design So don't pay me with respect, just pay me with attention And when I bounce a check, don't forget that I had mentioned that I'm mad at someone, I'm mad at someone I'm not artsy, I'm not folky, I'm not the slightest bit lonely I'm not well-read, I'm not well-put, but there's something burning in my gut I'm mad at someone, I'm mad at someone