Aspirations, I Have Some

Can we trade in these lives we lead

'cause baby you should see me in my dreams

Fighting assassins off in bullet time

Spinnin' three-sixty degrees

'cause all these movies got me thinkin'

Could i ever be like them?

Do you think john mcclane gets shycock

Taking a piss with other dudes?

That's why he's john mcclane.

I wanna wear a vest top for a living

And shoot guns out of cars while they're still spinning

Go out and prove i'm hard down on the boulevard

Shit on the reds just like christopher hitchens

And it's really got me thinkin'

Could i ever be like them?

Do you think arnie lives at his parents' house

And listens to the gaslight anthem?

He says they're pretty good.

I wish that when i sang

It sounded just like springsteen

That if i took the stand

That folks would sit and listen

I wish that i was in a gang

Grinding a living on the corners

Or the maverick on a cop show

Bustin' heads and takin' numbers

And i'd look like jesse custer

And i'd throw down like him too

Go chasin' women like mcnulty

After a dozen shots or two

And when i write a breakdown

That sounds like racing in the street

Not a soul will ever notice

Just think the song is pretty sweet.