bomb the music industry – king of minneapolis, pts. iii and iv lyrics
iii. ok hangover
my god.
i woke up on the floor of a famous minneapolis rapper (whose name will go unmentioned.)
i didn’t crush the cat.
no one wrote “d-ck” on my forehead.
i wasn’t seeing stars, i was seeing cigarettes and 1990’s compact discs.
i didn’t even feel depressed like every other day that i wake up.
i wouldn’t trade it for the world, i would trade it for way less.
just a parking spot and a place to call my home.
i’m always waking up hating that life ain’t perfect
despite what they say, my mistakes aren’t worth it
but f-ck it, i got through today.
i can get through tomorrow.
we lost a tire, but we put it back on.
i lost the love of my life, holy sh-t, i got a better one.
i lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends.
i lost my favorite band.
i feel like i have lost my mind and people tell me “this is fine.”
still, i feel sh-tty every time i try to fall asleep at night.
i wouldn’t trade it for the world, i would trade it for way less.
just a parking spot and a place to call my home.
i’m always making mistakes that are never worth it
despite what they say, i hate that life ain’t perfect.
but f-ck it, i got through today.
i got a few more tomorrows.
and everyday i wake and smile but by day’s end my smile subsides.
but i guess i’ll be here a while and i’ll smile through today, ’cause last night i didn’t die.
iv. cecil otter tattoo
and i know i’m not dead because i just threw up in my own mouth and swallowed back.
this hangover ain’t that bad.
i feel worse just about every day, but james brown must have sparked a change
somewhere in our dialogue about sleep, hardcore and not being young.
got it drilled in my leg
because i f-cked my head.
when i’m all alone, i will always have one friend.
when i wish i was dead
and i hate my friends
i must repeat this ’til the end.
i still have a home even if my home’s a van.
when i wish i was dead
and i hate my friends
i must repeat this ’til the end.
i still have a home even if my home’s a van.
you still have a home even if your home’s a van.
i still have a home.
i still have a home even if my home’s a van.
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