I'm gonna teach you all how to do the humdrum. Listen up kiddies this is how it's done. Some never find out but it feels dead fun. Let's float away as we do the humdrum. The mundane shuffle and the monotone hum. The eyes go blurry and the mind goes numb. And if you couldn't care less if tomorrow don't come. Then let's sail away as we do the humdrum. Hallelujah peace, Drowned, drowned in the sea. No. You have to copy me as we do the humdrum. Do your best impression of the deaf and the dumb. I've heard he only whimpers when he thinks he's come. So stand dead still and we'll do the humdrum. Hallelujah peace, Drowned, drowned in the sea.

Carpe Diem Wanna be Bukowski you're neither cleaver nor free. There's nothing left, your mind's bereft of anything besides tv. You said I can't play guitar, that I won't get far. But if you don't come to our show well then i guess you'll never know. Maybe our records won't sell and we'll go to hell. But your integrity's in tatters, Facebook fans are all that matter. I drink cheap red wine, i find two bottles are fine. It's two for five, my life's a dive but it's all that keep s me alive. Carpe diem my friend here we go again. Carpe diem my friend here we go again. You want fifteen minutes of fame? On my tombstone it may say, Andy Worhol was a whore but me? I wanna be Bukowski Bukowski Bukowski Bukowski. So where the cool kids go I just don't wanna know. But for the privilege of their tracks iTunes will never pay them back. They'll all sell out quick for a couple of quid. Or try to get themselves sucked off by and old ex - x factor kid. His mother bought him a Jag, claims he loves Black Flag. And do you play the surf guitar, of course you must be Jonny Marr. I can't afford to eat with the habits I keep, but I tell you I couldn't care less you got no grasp on success. Carpe diem my friend here we go again. Carpe diem my friend here we go again. You want fifteen minutes of fame? On my tombstone it may say, Andy Worhol was a whore but me? I wanna be Bukowski Bukowski Bukowski Bukowski. I couldn't pay the door, I'm too fucking poor. They took my bottle of gin and said I couldn't take it in. I crashed my BM3 through a wall and a tree but I guess the only tragedy's I lost some good cd's. But the grin sets in as the drinking begins. You won't be winning till you're losing, satisfaction isn't choosing. And if you'll never be me I don't want you to see. But if you want it you can get it and we'll call it our disease. Carpe diem my friend here we go again. Carpe diem my friend here we go again. You want fifteen minutes of fame? On my tombstone it may say, Andy Worhol was a whore but me? I wanna be Bukowski Bukowski Bukowski Bukowski.

American Psycho. I'm the epitome of yankee dreams, I'm vanity fair. Behind a carefully constructed facade I am not there. She gasps disgusted, babe you truly are c-cramping my style. I try to quench it, satisfy it, don't we have to fit in. My pain is constant and it's sharp, it's sharp, it's sharp like the knife. I'm flesh, blood, skin, hair and you can shake my hand. I think i'm losing it. A straight J and B to the next white line, She throws up later twice back at mine, I take two Xanax then i'm feeling fine. There's nothing inside me, put simply I am simply not there. It thrives concealed, you can't recoil as it's st-starting to tear. Currently out of my mind before I have to blend in. American psycho. This is not. This is not. This is not, An exit here. My most attractive quality I'm empathetically void. Your lack of taste disgusts me, baby, honey, light of my life. Sedated eyes do realise do late the lock and it snaps. The television frequently will tell me what to do next. My lusts unmentionable, my acts are absolutely mad. I'm flesh, blood, skin, hair and you could shake my hand. I think i'm losing it. A straight J and B to the next white line, She throws up later twice back at mine, I take two Xanax then i'm feeling fine. There's nothing inside me, put simply I am simply not there. It thrives concealed, you can't recoil as it's st-starting to tear. Currently out of my mind before I have to blend in. American psycho. This is not. This is not. This is not, An exit here.

Mother Knows Best Mother knows best, Birthday boy. Lay your son, Down to rest. Did they ever find out that you wet the bed, Like a little white lie, like "i'm feeling tired". Lay a little man down, lay him all the way. So to satisfy yourself, satisfy the man. Take your hands, Off of me. There's a crack in the mirror on the boulevard. Old medusa saw herself, said she's getting old. I hope the sun never sets on that boulevard. I heard the stars don't age if you just fade away. Mother knows best, Birthday boy. Lay each man, Down to rest. There's a crack in the mirror on the boulevard. Old medusa saw herself, said she's getting old. I hope the sun never sets on that boulevard. I heard the stars don't age if you just fade away. Be a failure, The eraser. Be a waster, Be the razor. Be a failure, The eraser. Be a waster, Be the razor. Be the lover, I'm your father. I'm a star and i'm your mother. Be a failure, Be a razor, I'm a razor. I'm alright. Leech, hard, suck and steal. Lie, lay, lonely bored. I'm not getting old. I'm not getting old .