This is from our first album
Maybe you've heard it
Maybe you haven't
Maybe they played it at your high school dance
Where you had your first kiss
Or you felt your first ... longing
It goes a little something like this
Except this is the live version
And it sounds much better
Blasting out of your car stereo
Unless you've got the bass cranked loud
In which case would you like a .45
To go with that low ride
It's got three good chords
And a good bass line
But you can't hear either
Over our spaced out drummer
You know, the naked sweaty guy behind me
Maybe you'll like this
Maybe you won't
Maybe you'll buy all our albums
And play it at all your parties
Earning us ungodly amounts of money
For which we'll support our drug habits
Just 'cause I don't answer your fan mail
Doesn't mean I don't exist
My incoherent lyrics held meaning
As I scribbled them down on a napkin
While flirting with the coffeehouse server
They'll mean something to you
When you make out to it with your girlfriend
And you decide to use it at your wedding reception
We would come and play, but we're expensive to book
Besides, we're too busy swimming in heroin and crack
Deluded by stardom and big shot posers
Everyone's lost in our rhythmic spell
Maybe we'll be famous one hit wonders
Maybe you'll marry your sweetheart
Maybe you'll divorce one day
And run across our album with this song
When it's time to split up the record collection
You'll remember this song
And the memories that it has
Perhaps you'll remember me, picturing my former self
Then seeing me at an AA meeting fat and balding
And still an incoherent slob in flannel and work boots
Anyway, here it goes
We hope you enjoy it
This is from our first album
© 1998
