We thought we'd write a song about all the problems inherent in the industry
It was going to be an expose written in unblemished symmetry
We were going to have our glorious exit, an admonition and an encore
We were going to make a point to the whole world
But no one wants to hear it anymore

Don't worry what this song would say, you'll never hear it anyway
They won't play this song on the radio
So far, so bad, that's how it goes
They'll pull our records from the shelves
So far, so bad, that's how it goes

The rhyme scheme to this song was mostly flawless
It might have made good poetry
It could have bridged the gap between the classes
And overthrown the bourgeois
It made a couple points about the future
And how the past was kind of uncool
And if you ever tried to play it backwards
It told the kids to stay in school

I thought i'd write an epiphany, how something good is changing me
But i guess we dodged some passing fad
It looks like its so far, so bad. So bad
This song is rad. You could ask your dad. He won't get mad. This song
Is STUPID!