I'm a blue period Picasso stuck on a wall. In a middle of a hall in Barcelona. Trying to figure out how to get down. Because this solitude is bringing me down.
Please put down your guitar. Before it goes too far. Your music sounds like shit. How many times do I have to say it?. . You talk and talk, and talk. About how things should work.
I say, I say, I say, I say. 1, 2, 3, 4 out of 5 ain't bad. And once you're in. It really doesn't feel so crap. . You win, you win just a little but you win.