Bomb The Music Industry! - $2,400,000 lyrics

I know what it looks like The ship's not capsizing The driver's just drunk Or asleep at the wheel The map is illegible, we spilled beers all over it We're all piss poor heroes, we're aching to drown in a sea of bad metaphors, trite, overused Well, I'm sorry, I guess talking just gets me confused Dang, dang Dang, dang And as a result Conversations don't start They sputter and stammer They spiral like sh** Trying to go down the drain but keeps spinning 'cause forces Are making it stay and I don't wanna talk 'cause you don't understand This wasn't for anyone, I just wanted something that Wasn't prepackaged and that wasn't pre-planned And now my only plan that is damn sure to happen Is slowly decaying on a shelf filled with millionaires Saving the future in a sweet f**ing press release Gloating on pedestals, you can't make a change Unless you're there bragging Unless you're a dick about Something that's pure to you Always gets f**ed Hey! Hey! Google my name, 'cause kid, I've got credentials My pop's a big sh** and I can get you free long distance My co-op is awesome, my fixed gear's ridiculous Stop smiling and stop frowning, I always thought you'd be different And there's been talk of leaving for good, but how, to where? And what happens when they show up there with friends, show up there with friends? Can you afford to leave again? Afford to leave again And there's been talk of leaving for good, but how, to where? And what happens when they show up there with friends, show up there with friends? Can you afford to leave again? Afford to leave again