New Tricks

I went to years of public schools Those education tractor-pulls It gave me a diploma and a scar "I want to be a star!" I cried They said, "You're overqualified. Why don't you learn to tune your damn guitar?" I fucked a bunch of stupid men Went back and fucked 'em all again Was never much for romance anyhow Pressing Sunday comic art Onto my Silly Putty heart It doesn't break, just bends a little now I was gonna change the world through music I was gonna fall in love I was gonna live the good life I'd been hearing so much of I was gonna be a rock star, baby I was gonna have some fun I sure miss twenty-one Every friend a starving artist Argue over who's the smartest Every contest ending in a draw Masquerade as petty thugs And do some psychedelic drugs Nipping at the ankles of the law We were gonna start a revolution We were gonna make the scene We were gonna marry movie stars and storm the silver screen We were gonna write important novels We were gonna start a band It hasn't gone as planned Spent more years than I remember In a club where every member Never feels as if he quite belongs Searching for my pleasure in Some brand-new kind of deadly sin My life is just as aimless as my songs I'm gonna make it back to college I'm gonna quit my job I'm gonna buy the store that I'd been planning just to rob I'm gonna teach this old dog new tricks Drinking from the brimming cup As soon as I wake up