The black velvet band sticks with its teeth out

Falling out of every dumb gum

And its hands stained red

And its hands stained red

Are shaking instead of making sense

Lets laugh and yell, point and bellow

At every bad joke

At all the folks humping hope

And its hands stained red

And its hands stained red

Are shaking instead of making sense

And all the sad bags with eyes that sag, and feet dragging along. Singing some shitty song about sadness or sincerity

Lets face it, you're in your twenties, and a bad poet

And you're not an artist, you're a fartist

But keep on trying, and keep on crying

Cough, cough, fuck off