We're all of us just pigeons-
we don't know what you've got but we want it NOW!
I don't think I could bear it,
I NEED A PIECE FOR ME WITH UTMOST EXCLUSIVITY!!!!!
.... please.
It's carbon copy watered down and it's invading all the towns,
riding in on bandwagon to ready, waiting crowds.
Are the old rockers rolling over in their graves?
It's a new age but there's no sign of a new sound!
There's no new plans for the world's rock bands,
fans don't listen any more;
they just read their mag and clap their hands!
I keep going further back to hear something that's un-rehashed.
I want to be inspired!
If they've created everything you're ever giong to,
you may as well set yourself on fire!
The children you're raising are not your own,
you're brazenly stealing them from their happy homes.
I see it from the glass house and I wanna throw stones!
I WANNA THROW STONES!
There's always more words to add to the pile I'm sure I'll regret.
So I lay in this bed I made from words I said.