Eff You! Lyrics

(Radio is the same as it's always been.

Ten years ago, I complained about the way music was packaged and produced, but cynicism didn't get me anywhere.

Besides, no one listens to the radio anymore.

Music is on demand, and labels are obsolete.

I guess we've all delivered a pretty clear message to the music industry.)

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

(Yeah!)

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

(Get it!)

(Come on!)

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

(1, 2, 3, Go!)

I get so sick and tired of hearing the same ol' shit all afternoon

I feel compelled toward something new.

But I have to ask myself why, for there's so many much better than I.

Hello world! I've got something to prove!

But as you can see, here's a melody borrowed from some old crooner I've heard before.

But it's a sound that I adore.

If imitation is flattery, I hope someone copies me!

Coming through! I'm Hip Tanaka like Mother 2!

Eighteen

They said I was too late

They said I'll never make it, no, I'll never make it, no!

Said give me

A hundred thousand dollars

And I'll sell you something good, I'll sell you something good.

Well, twenty-one,

In a dark room alone.

Well, I may never make it,

Said I may never make it but I

Can't see

The sense in giving up because if I give up then I'm giving up everything.

All of my doubt,

It what keeps me going.

I have a need to shine.

Twenty-five

And I'm a headless chicken,

But I've got a yearnin', yeah, I've got a yearnin', now.

You spin me, it starts to sound familiar.

I'm a broken record.

なじみがある。

ひじょうになじみがある。

(Yeah, you've heard it before.)

(I wrote it again.)

Cynicism gets you nowhere.

I can feel myself stagnating

And I can't be caught waiting with my pants down

Looking like an Emmitt Kelly clown

Collecting dust like statues on my grandma's top shelf.

My wealth of self worth is as worthless as dirt

Now that I've grown up plump with age

I have to learn not to gauge my work

Judging by another man's merits.

I'm frenetic like a ferret when I write songs

I write wrongs and cherish my mistakes.

So if you're here to tell me that the industry's not interested, then fuck you.

If I suck, too, then rest assured,

I hear it from myself all the time, and I don't need to hear it from you.

Guitar!

So in summation,

money is debt.

radio is treason,

war is inevitable,

and revolution is a revolving door.

You'd be happier as a werewolf,

But that doesn't mean you can't laugh.

And if someone is gonna tell you that you're not good enough

To do whatever it is you're striving to do,

Erect your middle fingers like monuments of stubborn human ingenuity and say...

Fuck you!

(Fuck you!)

Fuck you!

(C'mon!)

Fuck you!

(Fuck you!)

Fuck you!