As Good as Dead lyrics

you heard that we were great
but now you think we're lame
since you saw the show last night
you hoped that we would rock
knock it up a notch
rockin was nowhere in sight
and its never good when it goes bad
no one likes to feel like they've been had
and it may be ok
but you won't wear our t-shirts now
anymore
first the band looked wired
then the band looked tired

Born to be down
I've learned all my lessons before now
Born to be down
I think you'll get used to it

And you just don't get it
you keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it
You know it's so pathetic

Born to be down
I think that I've said this before now
Born to be down
What good is confidence?

And you just don't get it
You keep it copacetic
And you learn to accept it

And it's me, the man with no personality
Burning down your Christmas tree
Blowing up bombs in the shopping maul
Mistletoe is going to fall
Taking shots with the caroling crowd
Stupid song sung way too loud
And they're getting dumber all the time
I really don't see why she'd spare your friends
since I can't say that I care
if I ever see them again
You say shopping spree

Abusive excuses are all I have to hold
Use and re-use to explain why I'm so cold
One for headaches
One for stress
But the one for fear's the one I like best
Abusive excuses they save me everytime

The slow slide down
You never can see it
The slow slide down
You always believe it

Destructive impulses and cowardice and lies
Buzzing back to life like freeze dried flies
Flies for love

I'm not mad
I'm just bored
And everything I do is only because
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you
Mess around with you

Piss away potential
Everyday is a waste
And I'm wasted everyday
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you - and that includes you
Mess around with you

You see me now a little bit clearer

Maybe the life I’ve left
Is coming back for me

Maybe to beat you - maybe it’s twisted - ham fisted
I’ll cheat you

Imparting the words to impeach you
- it’s all right

Maybe - wanna play?
This one is turning sour
By the hour

Don't you hate it when people are in love? - they're so -
They're so happy - so goddamned happy
Don't you hate it when people are in love? - they're so
They're so happy - so fucking happy

I wanna cut you down
Because it's not fair
That you're so crystal clear
And glassy-eyed in love

Dave and Heather - you see them fighting all the time
I kind of like that - I kind of need that

Don't you hate it when people are in love? - they're so -
They're so happy - so goddamned happy happy
Don't you hate it when people are in love? - they're so -
They're so happy - so fucking happy happy
I wanna cut you down
because it's not fair
that you're so crystal clear
and glassy-eyed in love
Dave and Heather - you see them fighting all the time

You're on to something goodbut it can't be all that matters

Writing what you say and saying it all back to you
Mayonnaise and malaise to go
The catcher in the rye caught a catch 22
Keep it at a pace... My life is like a crawl to me
Catatonic face... I'm marking time randomly
Mayonnaise and Malaise to go
Dull and null and void and all my best instincts stink
They pay me by the hour and I don't even have to think

A one-trick pony in a one-horse town
You're feeling lonely and the cable's down
You feel like the only freak in this town
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?

We've got a life of scratching tickets
at the local gas and stop
So suck on another whippit
and hear the brain cells pop

I know I'm nothing special
I know I'm nothing great
I know I'm nothing different

Drawing a collective breath
I could cry myself to death
and wash this all away
In a flash you were gone
leaving me a couple of songs
that I listen to everyday

And I don't even care
that you were so unfair
I worshipped one time at your feet
Save up our tears
Catalogue all our fears
Give into the stretching years

Your words hit me just last night

You high-fiving mutherfucker

You’re just a walking billboard
For all the latest brands
You’ve got no taste in music
And you really love our band
You’re haircut is atrocious
- it’s - been the same since ’83
Your glory days are over
And so’s your stonewashed jeans

You crass fat-ass
You stupid steroid fuck
I’ll bet you even named your