| Today I’ll start a zine, my views will change the scene
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| Everything that I write, will surely change their minds
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| First I will make them laugh, and make them want to read
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| My reviews are excellent, interviews are in-depth!
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| Pictures are glossy, and a list of shows
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| Now I have to sell some ads, so I can make some cash
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| Production run is now complete, first issue is out
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| Now I will spread the word, to gain praise of the hard work I have done
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| Copies are moving fast, issue one is sold out!
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| Promos are piling in, labels want to advertise
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| Go to shows to promote
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| Everyday life is getting better, with a shot of beer
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| Hanging out with the bands I love to hear
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| On the phone with label reps, boy this life is the best!
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| Working harder, more hours everyday
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| Magazine is improving in every way
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| Punctuation is now complete, vocabulary expanded
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| They love the new me
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| A few years go by, and still I write
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| This magazine consumes my life
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| Always looking for the next big thing
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| The scene kind of suck. |
| Life is all the same
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| But still I try to satisfy the readers who subscribe!
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| Every hour dissipates from me
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| My computer keeps freezing up!
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| Deadlines suck, contributors take forever
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| Another metal fest, there’s never anywhere to sit!
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| Dealing with accountants about bounced checks
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| Or being bribed for a good review
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| If I speak my mind you won’t like what I’ve got to say
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| Same old job, same old house
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| My life is redundant |