Some people will walk and some run, thank you, dad
With hands in their armpits that they'll later smell
It'll separate a boy from a man
Is resentment that time won't sit still
I throw rocks but not rocking, stand there just mocking
No one will care till he's dead
To make all the metalheads cry
They'll soak up what's left of the pool
Or he falls from his grace with it all over the place
When you live in the past, there's one thing that will last
You can buy every copy of your record with your money
Before the insignificant thought goes by
If it's one thing my father said when he was younger
But you'd be your only fan
Press the tape recorder, let's get this all down real fast
To want and to try is the difference why
While the B list celebrities all pay for their fame
There's one more slow song left to write for the record
The record business is fucked, it's kinda funny
Sharpen up all your pencils, 'cause class will come early
To a kid with a mullet that looked like his son
There's so much you thought that you knew
While a kid in the corner becomes a savant
