Sex, Drugs, Rock ’n’ Roll
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⏱️ 5:04 duration
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📜 Lyrics
This is a desk job
A data entry five-to-niner
Yeah, I guess I'm my own boss
But everyone's my supervisor
Tell me what kind of living legend
Would only want a living wage
Because I just turned 27
And I'm dying of old age
Guess I'm just selfish
I wanna have but not be had
And I think "can I sell this
The rainfall's a windfall the fourth wall a paywall"
Whenever things get bad
So this is what I choose to do
With my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the same place as my
Instability
It's not a gift if you pay for it
And I don't want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here, and now
I really think I'd rather leave
Cause I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music and my
Lack of self-control
And I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate proving that
I'm still human after all
It's the death of the author
You read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen's that much stronger
Then call this Harakiri as I kamikaze to my career suicide
I hate these Easter bunny encores
2 and 4 beat claps
Stockade stages, applause and praise
And trying to chuck tomatoes back
News-feeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and
Starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick
And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber
Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their
Torches and sway to this love song
Screaming
"Virginia, walk on my water!"
Their apocryphal daughters with Nerf armor and AR's who want me
Caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on
So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-aid
It wouldn't mix well with my meds
But there's demand and a market for my brand-scars
And I can't treat the trademarks in my head
I hate to be "that guy," but I'm not that guy anymore
And I made God damn sure he's dead
And I would dance on his grave, but the music I play
Seems to say take me instead. So
I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music and my
Lack of self-control
And I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music
Yeah, I hate you kids
And I hate putting up fourth walls
And I hate proving that
I'm still human after all
I hate proving that
I'm still human
A data entry five-to-niner
Yeah, I guess I'm my own boss
But everyone's my supervisor
Tell me what kind of living legend
Would only want a living wage
Because I just turned 27
And I'm dying of old age
Guess I'm just selfish
I wanna have but not be had
And I think "can I sell this
The rainfall's a windfall the fourth wall a paywall"
Whenever things get bad
So this is what I choose to do
With my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the same place as my
Instability
It's not a gift if you pay for it
And I don't want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here, and now
I really think I'd rather leave
Cause I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music and my
Lack of self-control
And I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate proving that
I'm still human after all
It's the death of the author
You read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen's that much stronger
Then call this Harakiri as I kamikaze to my career suicide
I hate these Easter bunny encores
2 and 4 beat claps
Stockade stages, applause and praise
And trying to chuck tomatoes back
News-feeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and
Starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick
And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber
Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their
Torches and sway to this love song
Screaming
"Virginia, walk on my water!"
Their apocryphal daughters with Nerf armor and AR's who want me
Caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on
So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-aid
It wouldn't mix well with my meds
But there's demand and a market for my brand-scars
And I can't treat the trademarks in my head
I hate to be "that guy," but I'm not that guy anymore
And I made God damn sure he's dead
And I would dance on his grave, but the music I play
Seems to say take me instead. So
I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music and my
Lack of self-control
And I hate sex. I hate drugs
And I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music
Yeah, I hate you kids
And I hate putting up fourth walls
And I hate proving that
I'm still human after all
I hate proving that
I'm still human
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.40] This is a desk job
[00:17.13] A data entry five-to-niner
[00:24.93] Yeah, I guess I'm my own boss
[00:29.87] But everyone's my supervisor
[00:38.39] Tell me what kind of living legend
[00:41.52] Would only want a living wage
[00:44.79] Because I just turned 27
[00:47.58] And I'm dying of old age
[00:50.72] Guess I'm just selfish
[00:55.54] I wanna have but not be had
[01:03.12] And I think "can I sell this
[01:07.42] The rainfall's a windfall the fourth wall a paywall"
[01:10.79] Whenever things get bad
[01:16.74] So this is what I choose to do
[01:19.64] With my redeeming quality
[01:23.00] That thing that came from the same place as my
[01:26.92] Instability
[01:29.51] It's not a gift if you pay for it
[01:32.58] And I don't want no charity
[01:35.88] I spent all my years to end up right here, and now
[01:39.58] I really think I'd rather leave
[01:41.95] Cause I hate sex. I hate drugs
[01:45.93] And I hate rock n' roll
[01:48.95] And I hate music and my
[01:52.32] Lack of self-control
[01:54.79] And I hate sex. I hate drugs
[01:58.69] And I hate rock n' roll
[02:01.63] And I hate proving that
[02:05.19] I'm still human after all
[02:19.87] It's the death of the author
[02:24.90] You read between white chalk outlines
[02:32.80] Well if the pen's that much stronger
[02:37.11] Then call this Harakiri as I kamikaze to my career suicide
[02:46.38] I hate these Easter bunny encores
[02:50.15] 2 and 4 beat claps
[02:53.13] Stockade stages, applause and praise
[02:56.01] And trying to chuck tomatoes back
[02:59.73] News-feeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and
[03:02.74] Starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick
[03:05.70] And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber
[03:09.24] Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
[03:14.31] Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their
[03:20.43] Torches and sway to this love song
[03:26.19] Screaming
[03:27.13] "Virginia, walk on my water!"
[03:31.12] Their apocryphal daughters with Nerf armor and AR's who want me
[03:34.84] Caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on
[03:40.70] So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-aid
[03:43.92] It wouldn't mix well with my meds
[03:47.03] But there's demand and a market for my brand-scars
[03:49.97] And I can't treat the trademarks in my head
[03:53.50] I hate to be "that guy," but I'm not that guy anymore
[03:56.68] And I made God damn sure he's dead
[03:59.88] And I would dance on his grave, but the music I play
[04:03.28] Seems to say take me instead. So
[04:06.00] I hate sex. I hate drugs
[04:09.86] And I hate rock n' roll
[04:12.84] And I hate music and my
[04:16.25] Lack of self-control
[04:18.73] And I hate sex. I hate drugs
[04:22.71] And I hate rock n' roll
[04:25.69] And I hate music
[04:28.80] Yeah, I hate you kids
[04:32.10] And I hate putting up fourth walls
[04:38.52] And I hate proving that
[04:41.99] I'm still human after all
[04:51.69] I hate proving that
[04:54.82] I'm still human
[00:17.13] A data entry five-to-niner
[00:24.93] Yeah, I guess I'm my own boss
[00:29.87] But everyone's my supervisor
[00:38.39] Tell me what kind of living legend
[00:41.52] Would only want a living wage
[00:44.79] Because I just turned 27
[00:47.58] And I'm dying of old age
[00:50.72] Guess I'm just selfish
[00:55.54] I wanna have but not be had
[01:03.12] And I think "can I sell this
[01:07.42] The rainfall's a windfall the fourth wall a paywall"
[01:10.79] Whenever things get bad
[01:16.74] So this is what I choose to do
[01:19.64] With my redeeming quality
[01:23.00] That thing that came from the same place as my
[01:26.92] Instability
[01:29.51] It's not a gift if you pay for it
[01:32.58] And I don't want no charity
[01:35.88] I spent all my years to end up right here, and now
[01:39.58] I really think I'd rather leave
[01:41.95] Cause I hate sex. I hate drugs
[01:45.93] And I hate rock n' roll
[01:48.95] And I hate music and my
[01:52.32] Lack of self-control
[01:54.79] And I hate sex. I hate drugs
[01:58.69] And I hate rock n' roll
[02:01.63] And I hate proving that
[02:05.19] I'm still human after all
[02:19.87] It's the death of the author
[02:24.90] You read between white chalk outlines
[02:32.80] Well if the pen's that much stronger
[02:37.11] Then call this Harakiri as I kamikaze to my career suicide
[02:46.38] I hate these Easter bunny encores
[02:50.15] 2 and 4 beat claps
[02:53.13] Stockade stages, applause and praise
[02:56.01] And trying to chuck tomatoes back
[02:59.73] News-feeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and
[03:02.74] Starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick
[03:05.70] And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber
[03:09.24] Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
[03:14.31] Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their
[03:20.43] Torches and sway to this love song
[03:26.19] Screaming
[03:27.13] "Virginia, walk on my water!"
[03:31.12] Their apocryphal daughters with Nerf armor and AR's who want me
[03:34.84] Caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on
[03:40.70] So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-aid
[03:43.92] It wouldn't mix well with my meds
[03:47.03] But there's demand and a market for my brand-scars
[03:49.97] And I can't treat the trademarks in my head
[03:53.50] I hate to be "that guy," but I'm not that guy anymore
[03:56.68] And I made God damn sure he's dead
[03:59.88] And I would dance on his grave, but the music I play
[04:03.28] Seems to say take me instead. So
[04:06.00] I hate sex. I hate drugs
[04:09.86] And I hate rock n' roll
[04:12.84] And I hate music and my
[04:16.25] Lack of self-control
[04:18.73] And I hate sex. I hate drugs
[04:22.71] And I hate rock n' roll
[04:25.69] And I hate music
[04:28.80] Yeah, I hate you kids
[04:32.10] And I hate putting up fourth walls
[04:38.52] And I hate proving that
[04:41.99] I'm still human after all
[04:51.69] I hate proving that
[04:54.82] I'm still human