Lyrics I Am a Rockstar Who Is Really Cool and Sexy - Crywank

The game goose gaggles geese in 3s
Whilst wearing the fleece of the lone wolf sheep
Fed mostly on feasts of wild bewilderbeasts
In the shadow of ′c' where our moons may meet
I am slaying with desperation for someone else to force me
And of-course me into what I say is necessity
When I would happily wait whilst all depreciates bar a sweltering ego
Feigning some gallent know-how of the inner workings of the cash cow
"Ego, ergo, sum" until momentous pretention
Spans past the scope of a self aware joke and into the frying pan
Now the braggadocio of one-person show
Manifest, ever increasing aspect ratio
Feeling better than an aspic glory hole
Half-hiding all the sentiments in faux-poetic code
Now who′s gonna save my sock with the hole
When the gelatine encases immature turns of phrases?
And what I wish to call folk art equivalence
Is really just me speaking of my laziness
Yeah, it's just me speaking of my laziness

I won't be pure, I know I′m contrived
I′ll make bad art the rest of my life
I'll take what I can and claim it as mine
Recycled intent in a lazy design
I won′t be pure, I know I'm contrived
I′ll make bad art the rest of my life
I'll take what I can and claim it as mine
Recycled intent in a lazy design
Recycled intent in a lazy design

Lay around lazy with enough expectation
That I can somehow do more than superfluous creations
Say some strangers with their polite congratulations
Lately gravy′s been tasting different
I've got disparate desires that won't intertwine
So a belligerent nature soon comes to define
It felt significant, but only for a short amount of time
For now, I only want the softest of liquorice
Snake in my boot when the pull string worked
Now it′s a flickering gibberish that only just hurts
I slowly find the teenage songs I needed all still sounding worse
There was never a performance, just the time to rehearse

I won′t be pure, I know I'm contrived
I′ll make bad art the rest of my life
I'll take what I can and claim it as mine
Recycled intent in a lazy design
I won′t be pure, I know I'm contrived
I′ll make bad art the rest of my life
I'll take what I can and claim it as mine
Recycled intent in a lazy design
Recycled intent in a lazy design
Recycled intent in a lazy design
Recycled intent in a lazy design