Lyrics Bohemian Groove, Pt. 1 (Invitation) - Will Connolly

Bohemian Groove, Pt. 1 (Invitation)

An old envelope
Rests on my floor
I know what it’s for
The future’s a void
Broke, unemployed
These pills don’t relax me
And all my friends have surpassed me
Balance on a nickel’s width
Showbiz is a fickle bitch
This is senseless
Struggling is senseless
Never a peep
When I busked on the street
Now the critics critique
And all the raves start to reek
Auto-tunes at breakneck speed
Satisfaction guaranteed
This is senseless
Success is so senseless
It’s relentless
With every entrance an expectation to «connect»
No, I can’t live like this
'Cause it’s senseless
A gold envleope
Slips under my door
Don’t know what it’s for
But it isn’t, it isn’t, just not the ratty part of town, but the upper class of
San Francisco is that way.
Now Bohemian Grove, that I attend from time to time
it is the most faggy goddamned thing you could imagine, with that San Francisco
crowd that goes in there.
It’s just terrible