Lyrics Mission Statement - Mystery Weekend

Mission Statement

I fucking stop to sing some songs
With a couple words that come out wrong
Not everything has to be perfect
Not everything has to be right
That doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter 'cause nothing matters
It never mattered
If you don’t like it, it doesn’t fucking matter to me
For fifteen fucking years I’ve been singing songs
Well, if it wasn’t perfect, it was wrong
Fuck your personality, call opinion
These are the fucking facts
I stand by, we wanted
You’ll have to do it again
You’ll have to do it again
You’ll have to do it again
So ring out
Some simple chords
We’re not tryna win any God damn awards
We’re just trying to come out of place
We won’t be long
Just wanna have some drinks
And write a couple songs
I’m fucking sick of every band
That doesn’t have a sense of humour
They’re so concerned about their feelings
'Cause it’s appealing to consumers
What happened to the kids whose hearts
Were filled with laugh and piss and booze?
So ring out
Some simple chords
We’re not tryna win any God damn awards
We’re just trying to come out of place
We won’t be long
Just wanna have some drinks
And write a couple songs
Ain’t nobody in it for the money
'Cause there ain’t no money to be made
Ain’t nobody in it for the money
'Cause there ain’t no money to be made
If you get rich
It ain’t mine
We sit and laugh about the time
The trudging walls were closing in
Like the chameleon
So ring out some simple chords
So ring out some simple chords
We’re not tryna win any God damn awards
We’re just trying to come out of place
We won’t be long
Just tryna have some drinks
And sing some God damn songs