Here it is The final curtain call: A gesture of gratitude and ego Well, I'd be remiss If I didn't piss myself One last public act of disrepute to regret People used to pay To watch me sing and play But it seems More and more they come
To spit in my face Well I'm tired of speaking up And speaking clearly So the idiots in the back can hear me From now on it's do's and don'ts To a room of antique maps and ghosts Where I have been where I will go