Hooray for me



Call me stupid, call me crazy, call me what you will

I don't write this music with intent to pay my bills

Cookie cutout cardboard bands, and we all sound the same

Guess I'm just a hypocrite for living out my dreams

It may not make a difference, not trying to make you see

It may not make no sense to you, but oh, it does for me

And when it's all been said and done, I know that I had fun

Take it to the grave with me, this music still lives



What can I say that I haven't said before?



Not afraid to be mistaken, not afraid to try

Not afraid to be uncertain, not afraid to die

When the words stop coming out, the music finally stops

I'll pound my head against the wall, my bubble has been popped

lost the vibe the fluid feel the ink dried up my pen

Picked apart there's nothing left when they come back again

When it's all been said and done, I know that I had fun

Take it to the grave with me, this music still lives



Tale of a broken man...I just can't find the words, the story goes on

The tale of a broken man. Just can't find the words, the story goes on

The tale of a broken man. A broken man..broken..