Hamell's Ramble

Everybody wanna talk to me They wanna give me good advice, designed to set me free In one ear and out the other I would never say that you do my brother Insults all dressed up as aid Who the hell was asking you anyway? Don't condescend and don't talk down Who elected you the mayor of opinion town? They said, "I gotta figure no great detection You stuffed the ballot at that election Rigged the vote", and that's all she wrote The next day in the Times I read your quote They said, "I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do Hello Mr. Hamell, would we start with you? How much money you got, you can't have a lot? Your clothes, your car, your hair, your gear is shot" I got a lot of things hanging 'round my head Feel a whole lot better when it gets said Gimme just three minutes to unload If I don't let it out I might explode, yes That ain't the stuff that cuts to the quick You keep on talking you think I'm thick This one or that one how good they're doing All the deals, they got brewing, you act like I'm ruined But no, sour grapes rap So called success, nothing but crap Feels bad tied with a bow And they got to make the money 'cause that's all they know And the quality's like a plane on the dive People call 'em artists but it's nothing but jive People wonder why I lock the door And then put The Stooges on, turn the volume up to 10 I got a gnawing sensation History won't be kind to my generation Gets any worse, it occurs to me No president without plastic surgery I got a lot of things hanging 'round my head Feel a whole lot better when it gets said Gimme just three minutes to unload If I don't let it out I might explode, yes I listen to your talk show On the TV and the radio You know, the audience is cool, they let their conscience rule But the front of your shirt is bathed with drool Because you're chasing that celebrity Got your camera on the trailer you won't let it be Affairs with the sister, affairs with the mom First time live and then you drop the bomb Now watch that 15 minutes of fame Become a life of shame Who am I to say, what do I know I'm stuck to that show "Cops", like it's made of velcro And the Bounty Hunter show sucks me in I ain't gonna lie, could be me and my friends Chased by acid wash and bad hair Oak Ridge Boys with a badge, my worst nightmare I got a lot of things hanging 'round my head Feel a whole lot better when it gets said Gimme just three minutes to unload If I don't let it out I might explode, yes, yes