Listen

Come on over sir and let me buy you a drink

Cause everyone in the world is simply dying to know just what you think

Yes we value your opinion as a measure of our self-worth

Yeah you've been in this business awhile but baby

I've been destined since birth

What's your name don't you work for that radio

Then you write for that paper well then by all means you know, you know

What's happening now, what's hip, what's putridly insincere

Yes, you're right it's time for you to go, we don't sell any of that here

This ain't my thing, you know I really can't compete

Yeah you're as deep as the fucking ocean with your snobbish underground elite

Perhaps I bite the hand that feeds or cut off my nose to spite my face

But if you didn't come here to hear the truth

You shouldn't have come here in the first place

Then I turn to myself and ask if the turn will be mine

Maybe I bitch too much maybe too angry

Maybe I whine

Or maybe the picture of them I paint I paint too well

And though afraid they still adjust themselves as they put me back on the shelf