Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Album-Titled Self

Oh, oh, my album-titled self.
I changed my name to get my product on the shelf.
Now I'm waiting, waiting to see if it sells.
Waiting all by my album-titled self.

Paint on the tape on the video.
There wasn't much that he wouldn't show.
And she was the voice that people would know.
At least he thought so.

In green paint now, because that's the best.
It'll all turn green until there's nothing left
but a green smoke stack and we all are deaf
from the people shouting yes.

And then we'll give up on our budget cuts
the minute we feel they've stuck us in a rut.
And we'll rush out and buy a new truck
just to handle a buck.

I usually write to make more sense.
That's not in right now, in my defense.
There's a cost to keeping up with the trends.
It's a business expense.
Life's a business expense.
I can write myself off as a business expense.

Oh, oh, my album-titled self.
I changed my name to get my product on the shelf.
Now I'm waiting, waiting to see if it sells.
Waiting all by my album-titled self.

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