Cool Band Buzz Lyrics - Busdriver

They want to hear good freestyling with sarcasm of Woody Allen 

Their parents own oil rigs 

They're just some spoiled kids who I must aim to please 

And so I'm dipped in a syrup vat 

And you know this town is a tourist trap 

Run by entertainment industries and the bureaucrats 

Selling the ultimate brain freeze 

I'm on the Clear Channel 

I'm smiling and reading my parchment of prose 

I talk of the common man and of the promised land 

But I'm insincere and make the Marxists doze 

My head was a jar of lit bulbs 

I used to make viewers carsick at shows 

But now I'm easily the most compromising slut 

Oh, it's hard to keep this harlot clothed 

I network and do more than schmooze 

Underground rappers smell like garlic cloves 

But me, I'm smug and decadent 

Paid obscenely to appear at a set event 

Companies license my likeliness 

Money, it heightens my flighty fits 

I wrote the great American pop song stylized to my respective tiny niche 

I wasn't invited to your shindig 

I've got no plus one and a low slush fund 

I never expected to ever win big 

I never expected for you to open my press kit 

The attendance is always subpar when I perform at a club or bar 

Why did I choose to do weird shit 

I steered my career off a cliff in a flaming stunt car 

So now I'm falling down a bottomless pit 

But I'm trying to be optimistic 

I spin microwaveable plates 

But the label prorates nothing 

My arms are to cotton pick with 

Look at the poignant portraits in my doodle sketch 

Meaning and art exude with every brush stroke 

But my promises of revolution are futile threats 

I'm so over sensitive my crotch is bloodsoaked 

I'll African dance and cast a voodoo hex while in your dorm spilling all the bong water 

And count the stars in the nebula until a goggleplex while selling you sticks of nag champa 

I dumbfound in the coffee shop 

Looking like Jean-Michel Basquiat 

And kill gaudy pop with dirty laundry smell 

Leaving kids oddly distraught 

Gentle laughter when I'm telling jokes at your dead pool party 

I am a necromancer of an exquisite corpse 

I'll cry ten minutes in your wet tennis court because I wasn't invited 

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