Lyrics

So some set out to get out And do their own thing End of the great credibility race But the ego e-coli Spreads equally: End of the great credibility race Major or minor D.I.Y. or 3The Man2 End of the great credibility race You can't kill Stupid stardom scams End of the great credibility race So here's to the ones That just wanna play That set out to get out And do their own thing The rules they shift But they stay the same Thrift store theatrics And four track recorders Powered by trust funds Of guilty prodigals The checkered flag's white At the end of the great credibility race You can dare fate like a matador End of the great credibility race Have sympathy for all the dropped combos End of the great credibility race Touch on jazz and go prove you're a honky white man End of the great credibility race Kill all the rock starts 'til you're a start for the act End of the great credibility race I wasn't built to spill I ain't no no modest mouse I roar like a lion And I don't miss a drop Life's too short For all this fucking crap Before you know you're at your crypt Reading your epitaph