
Date of issue: 22.06.1998
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole |
Could this be the end? |
Alert the media |
Holler out message send and pass the bottle now |
I’ll wreck today not unlike the way you saw me yesterday |
I’ll wreck today and double over laughing with the pain |
Check those fears at the door and hang around a while |
I’ll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns |
Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells |
And can anyone really say there’s no free drinks in hell? |
I’m neither a poet nor a babysitter |
But I got a guitar and a way to kill an hour now |
I got no f*cking pity for the fools who broke their eyes |
Tring to break a whole culture down to size |
Check those fears at the door and hang around a while |
I’ll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns |
Is this a question of what fell or a statement of what sells |
And can anyone really say there’s no stiff drinks in hell? |
This national chemistry, it’s bigger than you and me |
While fighting for control now have we lost touch with who we are |
Do you love telling your war stories while hiding your scars? |