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Life's Opening Act

from Hope? by DRTYUNCL

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I'm a creepy ass Uncle, I'm serious, I really am
I've got a nephew named Noah and my brother is his dad
Obviously, but I think he's catching up to speed
In the backseat asking daddy what's wrong with me
Good luck Joe, I can't explain it myself
Have fun explaining why Uncle Bill took all the pills on the shelf
And now he's at South Health under suicide watch
Cursin' at god and twitchin' with the ticks of the clock
Why's he got a pot full of piss in a bathroom full of shit?
Next to a blown subwoofer underneath a disco ball as it spins?
Probably because he mistook that broken symbolism
For that blunt object he decides to hit himself with
He just wants to give the bat back to his favorite fans
Let the pros swing the pen and retrace the plan
He had back when he decided to make a difference
But he differed himself into a different existence

And that's him: Life's opening act
That man that raps while the performers chat in the back
He's barely intact, you can pick up his screws
As they fall to floor on a front row unused
Here he is: Life's opening act
Start the night's alcohol tab and don't let him distract
He might at as well be pluggin' in the chords for the real bands
He'll leave just as broke and lonely as when the evening began

Damn, just look at this douchebag
Can't even walk across the stage, look at the feet drag!
What a fag, there's no women dancin' in his audience
There won't be any applause until the next band begins
I hope he quits, better yet I hope he stays
I could laugh at the scars on his wrists all day
Wastin' his air pushin' airwaves the audience's way
And they won't even turn around when he exists the stage
He plays no instruments, finds significance
In the rusty key he wiggles to unlock his interests
And in his band there's no clarity or even parody
Of what the stage means or what he thinks of the strings

But that's him, life's opening act
That man that raps while the performers chat in the back
He's barely intact, you can pick up his screws
As they fall to floor on a front row unused
There he is: Life's opening act
Start the night's alcohol tab and don't let him distract
He might at as well be pluggin' in the chords for the real bands
He'll leave just as broke and lonely as when the evening began

Curse another corner with a Corona aroma
Teardop tendencies surrounding the boarder
Steppin' off of the tar from the ledge of the stage
Tuckin' his hung head into his ribcage
Curse another corner with a Corona aroma
Teardop tendencies surrounding the boarder
Steppin' off of the tar from the ledge of the stage
Tuckin' his hung head into his ribcage

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from Hope?, released November 27, 2012

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