Last Tuesday I sat across from another stupid record lable boss
He told me I made the notes a bit too perfect
Should try to be more like the Strokes
Made me so depressed that now I can't get out of bed
He wouldn't know an artist if I kicked him in the head
I saw the bra** ring and I'm never ever gettin' it
I realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut
West Hartford is pretty far
From Philadlephia...
About five hours in the car!
It gave me time to think about my life
And now I have no doubt
Unless I get a nipple ring unless I shave my head
I better call a doctor to pronounce my career dead
I saw the bra** the bra** ring
I'm never, ever gettin' it
I realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut
I've read that there was a time when there were record execs
Who would love to hear a well constructed melody
That kind of person would do well with me
But now it seems they only want you if you're angry
And you play two chords and shout out some obscenity
And since I don't do that the hell with me
Ohhhhh!! La la la la la la la!!!
They're supposed to be in or they can't understand
How a song played on my guitar would sound right by a band
They'd really like to sign me, but they're sorry, they're not able
Because Howie Day did not sell enough units for the label!
And just because my face is something less than photographic
Then I don't have 14 year old girls in my demographic
I could go on and on with their pathetic little excuses
I'd have to drive all the way to Ma**achusetts!
Well I saw the bra** ring and I'm never, ever gettin' there
Yeah, I saw the bra** ring and I'm never, ever gettin' there
Yeah I saw the bra** ring
And I'm never, ever, never, never, ever, never, ever, never, never, ever...
I saw the bra** ring and I'm never, ever gettin' there
I realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut