Letra de Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n’ Roll - Will Wood

This is a desk job, a data entry five to niner

Yeah, I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor

Tell me, what kind of living legend would only want a living wage?

Because I just turned 27 and I’m dying of old age

Guess I’m just selfish, I wanna have but not be had

And I think, “Can I sell this? The rainfall’s a windfall, the fourth wall a paywall” whenever things get bad

So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality

That thing that came from the same place as my instability

It’s not a gift if you pay for it, but I don’t want no charity

I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I’d rather leave 'cause

I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll

And I hate music and my lack of self-control

I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll

And I hate proving that I’m still human after all

It’s the death of the author, you read between white chalk outlines

Well if the pen’s that much stronger, then call this hare kari as I kamikaze to my career suicide

I hate these Easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps

Stockade stages, applause and praise and trying to chuck tomatoes back

Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics

And starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick

And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber

Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger

Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their torches and sway to this love song

Screaming “Virginia, walk on my water!”

Their apocryphal daughters with nerf armor and ARs

Who want me caught with red hands, cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on

So go ahead sure, drink my kool-aid, it wouldn’t mix well with my meds

But there’s demand and a market for my brand scars, and I can’t treat the trademarks in my head

I hate to be “that guy,” but I’m not that guy anymore, and I made goddamn sure he’s dead

And I would dance on his grave, but the music that I play seems to say “take me instead,” so

I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll

And I hate music and my lack of self-control

I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll

And I hate music, and I hate you kids

And I hate putting up fourth walls

And I hate proving that I’m still human after all

I hate proving that I’m still human

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