From Martyrdom to Startyrdom - Bomb The Music Industry!

Shut the fuck 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 skills but pleasing teenagers with a melody they’ll soon forget

So let’s have a conversation, thank you Jesus

Someone 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 shit

Shit, man, I fell hard, hard on for a dream

My desperate attempt to bastardize a perfectly good medium

Conjure up one more conversation whore, thank the fucking 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 shit

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 shit

Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing

Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than shit