That's how I am at the movies.
I always have to get up and come back,
go get a soda and come back.
They must serve amaz
ing coffee here.
Alright, beer.
Did you just say, play us a love song?
Mr. Man, in your baseball cap,
wants to hear a love song.
Everybody drank too much coffee
before they came to the show.
Oh, mystery chord,
if I take you up one step,
it's like there's possibly
something fly ing around me.
And then if I go up,
maybe it's sev eral things,
Mr. Man.
I always have I've been able to figure out
how how how decent of a songwriter I am
that when I make shit up
it gets more applause
than the stuff
I've been fucking peddling you
for ten years.
I'm like, please?
Please?
And then when I go, Mr. Man.
Oh, but you wait. Okay.
Just pretend like I wasn't at all sociable
in that moment
and I was back to being a miserable bastard.
Just for believability. Ready?
Everybody take a deep breath
and just go back to being sullen.
All of us just a bunch of sullen bastards,
right?