Mix Tapes and Madness

Stick Martin/ Sept. 2008

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Mix tapes and madness, lonliness and sadness

If you never had this then you won’t know where I’m coming from

When I was young they told me I was gifted

I met a girl, it’s like a weight has been lifted

Tune up my guitar and play a little tune

And sing I love you like the sun loves the moon

When I see some people I always feel like yelling out

What you been calling growing up, I been calling selling out.

Whatchoo telling me, selling me and buying me

I won a spelling bee and dropped out of society

Singing for my supper while I slave away the days

Saving all my money for a midnight haze

To all the kids, who hear the words I speak

Huh, fuck your family if they think you’re a freak, your unique

Fuck the fashions and fuck the trends

Fuck facism fuck your bullshit friends

Know who loves you and hold ‘em close

Do a little drugs but try not to overdose

Quit your job if they make you get piss tested

Smile in you mug shot if you ever get arrested

Pedal to the metal, now I’m rocking full throttle

You can’t find got at the bottom of the bottle

And if I end up homeless holding signs out on the highway

I’ll still have no regrets cause I know I did it my way

I rock the party and I just don’t stop

And when life gives me lemons I throw ‘em at a cop

So get up a get get get wise

9/11 is a lie in my eyes

So get up a get get get wise

9/11 is a lie in my eyes

Shadow governments and shadowy men

Spitting out lies on the CNN

I got some lyrical miracles transmitting out to outer space

Beam ‘em back to try to clarify the human race

Hear ye’ hear ye, all the people need to hear me

I’m number on with a magic fucking bullet theory

Did you ever notice the acronym for Crack in America is CIA

That’s an interesting coincidence

Also Walt Disney was a Nazi