Second Fiddle Lyrics

Hey, why don't you sound like him? He's great!

You're too old for this shit anyway

Why can't you see the writing's on the wall?

Hey, why do you need to scream that way?

He doesn't need to and he gets paid

He quit his day job. Now he's singing for them all

I'm playin' second fiddle

To creative cripples

All fucking the same whore sound

Not to belittle

But you've left me riddled

So I'll leave you in the fucking ground

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

To this bullshit?

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

To this bullshit?

Hey, why don't you sound happy? Awake!

Eat all that fake news that's on your plate

Why can't you see that there's no one around?

Hey, you could go down with one of the greats

All that we ask is everything

Become a clone, a name in this town

I'm playin' second fiddle

To creative cripples

All fucking the same whore sound

Not to belittle

But you've left me riddled

So I'll leave you in the goddamn ground

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

To this bullshit?

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

To this bullshit?

You can take this to the bank and fucking cash it

I'll die unknown to be my own

You can call my music out and fucking trash it

I'll rock it till I'm gone

Till then I'm playin' second fiddle

To creative cripples

All fucking the same whore sound

Not to belittle

But you've left me riddled

So I'll leave you in the goddamn ground

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

To this bullshit?

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

To this bullshit?

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

Second fiddle

To this bullshit?

Blegh!