Nobody Takes Picture Of The Drummer

Watched your lips move during that interview, that voice wasn't yours. Spitting poison that's not dangerous, throwing knives that are dull. I read what you said in that interview. Was that you? Why didn't it hurt you when you cut yourself? How come there's no blood coming from those wounds. Just not that cool. You're no hero. What if you meant it? We meant it when we sang along. What the fuck did you think I was pointing my finger at? My see-through-hero - you can't block the bullets I'm going to shoot at you. $20,000 ads in Spin is what your rage amounted to, $200,000 TV spots; which is fine, except you said it wasn't. It's never enough. I hate watching it. I hate watching you rage on a stage singing songs about nothing. Taking yourself so seriously. You're a millionaire; you get to 'play' for a living. All you had to do to make it honorable was tell the truth. I don't care about selling out, I don't care about UPC codes, I bought your record for 20 bucks, I like to see you play to thousands; I just wanted you to tell the truth. I just didn't want to see you become a joke.