Cigarette Butt Beach Lyrics

The first step to success

Is find the fountain of youth

And drown in it fast

Before they get the proof

And Pitchfork degrades your 10

In hindsight, 4.2

They say money can't buy you love

But love can't buy you anything

Check the lump of coal

It was the diamond in your wedding ring

Life is a 2D scroller

Next level you're 10 years older

With no health and boss attacks

The game won't go back

When I was 17

I dreamt that Sub Pop would rescue me

Together we would sing

Away my desert mediocrity

Elliott Smith's ghost

Can't afford the rent on the West Coast

Elliott Smith's ghost

Can't afford the rent on the West Coast

And nostalgia gets fat

Just like it always will

It's moving in for the kill

It ain't gemstones that sparkle

On Cigarette Butt Beach

No, it's syringes and glass

And love out of reach

And Pitchfork declares that your favorite

Artist is obsolete

It gets dark before it gets pitch black

But black ain't sold since Metallica

And Hetfield is still on the fourth step

That's the only reason he's calling ya

Life is a 2D scroller

Next level you're 30 years older

With one quarter left in your stack

The game won't go back

When I was 25

The last angry punk rock dude died

We held our speakers high

And wondered who got the T-shirt rights

Elliott Smith's ghost

Can't afford the rent on the West Coast

Elliott Smith's ghost

Can't afford the rent on the West Coast

And nostalgia gets fat

Just like it always will

Because you're buying it still