One nine six nine   Press the tape recorder let's get this all down real fast   Before the insignificant thought goes by   There's one more slow song left to write for the record   Make all the metal heads cry      Throw rocks but not rocking and stand there just mocking   With hands in their armpits that they'll later smell   When you live in the past there's one thing that will last   It's resentment that time won't sit still      The record business is fucked it's kinda funny   It'll separate a boy from a man   You can buy every copy of your record with your money   But you'd be your only fan      If there's one thing my father said when he was younger   To a kid with a mullet that looked like his son   To want and to try is the difference why   Some people will walk and some run . . .thank you dad      Sharpen up all your pencils cause class will come early   There's so much you thought that you knew   While the b list celebrities all pay for the fame   They'll soak up what's left of the pool      While a kid in the corner becomes a savant   No one will care til he's dead   Or he falls from his grace with it all over the place   And a piece of it stuck in his head