Shoot the Poets

Lyrics

Cut off your nose to spite your friends Breathing holes that will never end and Speak all you want or just pretend Because she think she is a different class So she sits all day by the looking glass It doesn't talk, it doesn't last But it's not what I've heard you know A picture speaks a thousand words But baby don't feel down I left my heart in a provincial town You sold your souls for magic beans Don't believe all you read on computer screens These things they mean nothing to me Ripped and stained, came off the track You go there once and you don't come back "Good, that's what I say..." But it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down To find yourself in a provincial town