Scene Rant Lyrics

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