VERSE 1
He’s bleeding all over the streets
Every enemy lies at his feet
Waterfalls pour down his cheeks
Sweat-covered clothing starts to reek
Weapon covered in hues of red
Heartbeat slows ‘til he’s damn near dead
Broken fist raised into the air
And you don’t care
VERSE 2
He’s lying on the pleather couch
Traumatic stories pour from his mouth
When the war started, shit went south
He was always looking for a way out
Every time the door would open
It’d slam his fingers until they’re swollen
His soul on full display to bare
And you don’t care
VERSE 3
The pages have long since yellowed
The critics have raged and bellowed
One star to rule them all
One book as toilet paper in the stall
Back to the drawing board, chalk in hand
Every broken dream has turned to sand
He’s got feelings of his own to share
And you don’t care
OUTRO
You’re so hard to please, you love to hate-watch
You love to just kick us all in the crotch
You’re just waiting for the tiniest botch
Get through another page with a bottle of Scotch
You don’t care, oh no, you don’t care
As if your opinion was enough to scare
Me into being an obedient bastard
But haven’t you heard? I serve no masters!
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