BOMB THE MUSIC INDUSTRY! LYRICS - Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup And Salad Days

BOMB THE MUSIC INDUSTRY! LYRICS

"Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup And Salad Days"

I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs,

paid for gas, like, the whole way down here,

electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table,

almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns.

I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light

and said "we should do this every single night,

don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch

and I can't save my money because that's impolite."



I don't know why I always complain about something

when what I got to complain about's nothing.

No goddamn kid's had a luckier year

and I'm bitching about internet and beer.



And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name

and nothing to do with the rest of the day.

No parties last all night, just tv and websites

and reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times.

Can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside

all day letting fresh Georgia air go to waste?

It's really not funny how bad I am with money

so let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else.



I don't know why I always complain about something

when what I got to complain about's nothing.

No goddamn kid's had a luckier year,

somebody break out the no more tears.



As we sit around being broke, I'm losing my penchant for jokes;

it's just wry half-truths from a privileged youth

with a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through.



I don't know why I always complain about something

when what I got to complain about's nothing.

No goddamn kid's had a luckier year,

and no one wants to be around me now,

not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again.