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Judas decapitation

This the tale of a bearded sloth
Who debases himself so they can get their rocks off
Recruits five skinny better looking men
To play guitar parts he'll never play again
So it's lash after lash like a budget Christ
From every blog or 'zine that took the chance to look twice
I'm not saying that this dude is me
Or speaking brutally of myself to gain traction
Action!
There goes the camera, click
American indie rock is a game of pricks
They're the gods of what was independent rock
And now is vaguely refined hogwash that I mock
Jacket patched up with a Wesleyan degree
Legs bound tongue out grinning as they piss on me
But I don't care, it's what I'm known for
I'll take it gleefully

I'm wrong and you're right
And that's my thesis here tonight
With my gut and my bulge
I'll make the whole world scream the whole room bleed
And I'll lose for your gain
If it'll spruce up my refrain
It's what they want
(The band plays while the ship goes down)

I hate that dude now that he's married
He's got a baby on the way, poor Sherri
That's not apropos
He's not the wretch we know
Chop his family up so we can feed him to the front row
Spike his 15th espresso with drugs
So he's convinced its a manic delusion to know true love
Be 19 with a joint in hand
Never change the band
Never ever be a dot, dot, dot real man

This isn't for the ones
Who know what it really means
They just follow other people's dreams
They were told by a friend of a friend of a friend
Music's made to be used and forgotten again
Like a whore, like a pair of washed out expensive retro boys underwear
We will never repair