Shut It Lyrics

An orange sleeveless shirt and a Celtic cross necklace

Just a camouflage

Oversized trousers trying hard to look reckless

Another mirage

An old brown leather belt and a fancy pair of socks

A pack of cigarettes

Tattoos from top to toe, oh what an orthodox

As silly as it gets

Here comes the rock star, well that's what he calls himself

Sits down at the bar

Orders a whisky dry, though he fucking hates the taste

Never wonders why

He speaks loud enough, makes sure everyone can hear

He's ready to bluff

This year will be mad, my sales are through the roof

Well I wished they had

Shut it

Shut it

Nothing is right

Everything is a lie

Nothing to clarify

Shut it

Everything's fake

Make no mistake

He's as sly as a snake yeah

Shut it

Let's get this straight

He's forty

Forty years late

Shut it

Let's get this straight

He's forty

Forty years late yeah

Now come his band mates, a bunch of ugly dorks

Dull as prison gates

They are all buzzing, their manager's around

The drummer's cousin

A pair of sunglasses and a cheap white suit, he's here to

Impress the masses

He's bragging about, says he's signed juicy contracts

In Miami

The tension builds up, our wannabe rock star has

Just picked up a fight

Usually polite, alcohol gets to his brains

Spits at someone's face

Don't care about your life, doesn't matter who you are

I'm a superstar

He will end the night with his face down the gutter

What a pleasant sight

Shut it

Shut it

Nothing is right

Everything is a lie

Nothing to clarify

Shut it

Everything's fake

Make no mistake

He's as sly as a snake yeah

Shut it

Let's get this straight

He's forty

Forty years late

Shut it

Let's get this straight

He's forty

Forty years late yeah