Idiots with instruments

Seems I just can't break
into the music industry,
With my happy childhood
and perfect family.
They don't want a clean-cut
kid like me, oh no siree!

I have to be abused, misused and fondled sexually.
Cause, they want Marilyn Manson
They want that guy from the Cure
Suffering from manic depression,
and raping a bunch o' minors.
So I got a brand new idea,
A way I could become popular.

I'll start my own punk rock band,
And I think I'll call it MISDEMEANOR!
It'll send the kiddos a' runnin'
To buy our new record.
We'll sing about killing policemen
and on the cover we'll be flippin' th
e bird.
Cause, they want heroin addicts
They want coke-sniffin' fiends
But with my new band name,
I think that now they'll want me!
So I gotta go build my ego,
I think I'll start a fight in a bar.
I'll even try to slit my wrists,
But first I'll learn to play the guitar.