The Aging Musician

Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, fast as you can
Run, run, fast as you can
Run, run, fast as you can
You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man
Once upon a time, I played electric guitar
And they said I was a rock and roll star
Now nobody calls me on the telephone
So I sit and watch my TV all alone
Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain
They'd remember me like Kurt Cobain
And the parasites on MTV
Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me
But I wouldn't be a hero, I'd be dead
Just a corpse beside a note that read
"If you like to pretend that you'll never get old
You've got what it takes to rock and roll"
Jank. He was in the band. None of this three cords and a hairdresser
Crap. I just need a couple of players with a couple of really good
Players. I can have a band again. I can get back on the road. Come
Here boy. Play real music. None of this computer crap. Real music
Come here boy. We could go, we could go big. Whatever happened to
Music? Now it's all about marketing and media coverage and goddamn
MTV. Everything was okay before MTV. And gun control, like gun
Control is going to stop anything. Now your Colt Trooper Mark III
Can stop just about anything. Come here. Come here boy. Mousey
Where's Uzi? Must be outside. Nothing's right anymore. Not even TV
Davy Crockett said it all when I was a kid. "You sure you're right?
Then go ahead on." Now nothing's right. Nothing's right. Goddamn MTV