I'm writing in a basement,
you're writing from the set.
If you've got a convincing reason I haven't heard it yet.
And it's harder to give credit where it's due
When your gold record's made of silver spoons.
you're writing from the set.
If you've got a convincing reason I haven't heard it yet.
And it's harder to give credit where it's due
When your gold record's made of silver spoons.
Leave us alone, leave us alone,
you've already got your own profession.
Stop auditioning for someone else's part.
Leave us alone, leave us alone,
we don't need your intervention.
I love your movies, keep your hands off of my art.
Carefully wrought approximations
congratulations, you've bought your newest feature presentation.
Now get up and meet the press!
Who cares if it's cheap parlor tricks?
It's the costume that you've always wanted to wear, and
privilege has got nothing to do with it.
It's this easy for everyone, isn't it?
Well, I've always wanted to play the role of the hooker with the heart of gold,
and now you're looking at him.
I bought myself this new guitar, hired a band, and here we are!
…and we're singing at you,
"Lalalalalalalasomethingsomethingsomething!"
All of this means nothing.
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