D-Sisive - Stroumboulopoulos lyrics

[D-Sisive] Jenny, I'm not a smart man Tom Hanks, I'm not a superstar, far from an Aubrey Graham More like Molly Shannon, Bruce McCullough And every Dave I know thinks my future's in trouble cause I'm not Lennon throwin peace up and tree huggin I'm not a vegan, I eat meat, I preach nothin And judge nothin, a f** I won't provide you over How you live your life plus, who the f** am I to? And who are you to Bono? God no You're a nobody like I am, we're all ghosts Minus the pottery p**n scenes, it's all fake So go s** Kelso's dick and get off my train I'm the conductor and the hobo, chewin canned fish With nothin to my name but a notepad and a black pen Tryin to come up with something clever, to blow minds But all I've got is movie references and "I'm so dope" rhymes And I know I'm so dope, so why beat a dead dog's flesh With every ounce of strength I got left? But I'm weak so my whips barely break the skin f** I barely break the stick I'm usin tryin to break the skin I wanna change the world but won't remove its dirty diaper I wanna sell some records but refuse a Fergie sidekick I want a Abbie Hoffman, a megaphone of protest Bettering the minds of uneducated voters But I hardly read the paper, Chris Farley is the mayor And all I want to do is watch him fall through coffee tables I'm not a smart man, no follower of politics I'm far from a George Stroumboulopoulos I'm a Jackson Pollock, the apocalype, Jim Morrison's toe Slippin off the faucet, splish, splash Takin a bath with my veins poked Face sweaty, torso dick and legs soaked My chubby hands drum against the tub's edge f**ed up, runnin runnin, chasin Puff again It's a cold winter when your pockets only hold lint At BMV, sellin novels to afford rent And kids stop you on the sidewalk on some "Oh sh**! I need a picture, someone hold my camera phone quick" Broke as sh**, posin, throwin up a peace sign Not Lennon's, mine has no f**in meaning behind it They accuse me of whinin on every song crooned But it's my party and I'll cry if I want to So f** you Buddy Hollys and your underwater dance I'm bumpin Earth Angel, grindin on Lea Thompson's a** Doc told me go to school and get your math on But I ignored him, and turned his oversized amps on So, another 24, another hundred coins Another song recorded, another dollar short Another novel sold, another night awake Another dream that may never see the light of day I'm not a smart man Jenny, but I'm talkative And I'ma keep talkin 'til I'm sittin across from Stroumboulopoulos