Other People

VERSE 1

Your bank account is birth control

Can’t make up for it with heart and soul

Love doesn’t put food on the table

And so ends the romantic fable

CHORUS

You can’t have love, it belongs to other people

No, not you, you could never be their equal

No, no, no, no, no

I said so

VERSE 2

If you complain, they call you an incel

The preacher man damns you to hell

Throw in the towel, you’re now MGTOW

You set fire to the whole damn town

EXTENDED CHORUS 1

You can’t have love, it belongs to other people

No, not you, you could never be their equal

No, no, no, no, no

I said so

You can’t move on, that’s only for other people

No, not you, you must always stay evil

No, no, no, no, no

I said so

BRIDGE

They’re unwritten rules, I don’t make them up

The one who did drinks from a golden cup

Blindly believe and shut your damn mouth

Smile and fake it, don’t bitch and pout

EXTENDED CHORUS 2

You can’t have fame, it belongs to other people

You’re to blame and there’ll never be a sequel

No, no, no, no, no

I said so

You can’t live life, that’s only for other people

Grab the knife, ‘cause you know your fate is sealed

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

The death blow

Do It Live

VERSE 1

I hate answering the phone, I hate answering the door

Especially when all I want to do is fucking snore

I hate cleaning up cat barf, I hate cleaning up dog shit

I speak a colorful language and I won’t fucking watch it

I hate lifting heavy boxes, I hate bumping into walls

I hate having to tell the dog to not scratch my balls

The little things I hate send me into a bloody rage

If throwing fits was a crime, I’d be in a monkey cage

CHORUS

I’ll write it and we’ll do it live!

We’ll do it live!

Fuck it, do it live!

Fucking thing sucks!

VERSE 2

Every character I have is on a violent rampage

Every song that I write is dripping with rage

Every story that I publish is drooling with venom

Every drawing that I make is another damn weapon

Every thought that I have makes me want to punch

A fucking hole in your skull and have it for lunch

I need anger management in the worst fucking way

Before the world at large is going to fucking pay

CHORUS

I’ll write it and we’ll do it live!

We’ll do it live!

Fuck it, do it live!

Fucking thing sucks!

VERSE 3

Maybe my short fuse can be blamed on schizophrenia

Or maybe it’s been a while since I’ve had an enema

Or maybe I don’t do enough yoga in hot shorts

Or maybe my blood sugar is a little low on quarts

Or maybe it’s my past of being stuck in class

With the pieces of shit and the pains in the ass

Or maybe I’m just born with a dragon fire temper

Or maybe I’m sick of being my own defender

FINAL WORDS

Do it live, motherfucker! Do it live! X4