Scene Rant

Put yourself on all your friends' top-ten lists Window dressing gets you more gigs Buying your clicks and hiding your dicks "Bro, check my band out, it's sick" Postured painted tainted What are you doing to help? "Support the scene" And what that really means is "All eyes on me" Clutching your prize, your masculine pride Hollowing on the inside Scene rant dead end no more How do we even the score? Propped on a pedestal, base unsteady Flaccid, forgettable, radio-ready A place at your table, R-S-V-P Don't expect a letter from me Tuned up torn up fed up Still sifting through the debris I give up, I'm getting out There's no room for people like me Tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve The door hits your ass when you leave I give up, I'm getting out There's no room, no room for people like me Propped on a pedestal, base unsteady Rancid, regrettable, radio-ready A place at your table, R-S-V-P The door hits your ass when you leave Don't expect a letter from me I give up, I'm getting out There's no hope The door hits your ass when you leave