Lyrics

"Any publicity is good publicity"
Well, that's a bare-faced lie
Look at Gary Glitter, Josef Fritzl, maybe Adolf Hitler,
Universally vilified
So before you load your gun and acidify your tongue
Aim at my art and fire
I suggest you take your time to consider the cruelty of my crimes
'cause all I've done is write

Songs that sound good in my head
Songs that don't make any sense to anyone but me
I'm aware that it's subjective
It's your choice to be subjected to these thoughts of mine
If it doesn't float your boat, that's fine
Just know that there's nothing you can do to stop me from telling the truth:

I'm just so goddamn good

If everyone liked everything then everyone would be happy
If everyone liked everything then everyone would be boring

Stamp your feet and clap your hands
If you think a few words can
Dictate your every move
Stamp your feet and clap your hands
If you think your fellow man
Can think for himself too

Before you dip your quil in ink that instigates the illnesses
That plague my self esteem
I suggest you have a drink or four and have a good long think
Before you crush this poor boy's dreams

'cause these songs don't sound shit in my head
And despite all the things you said
I don't believe I should let go of what I love to do
And the fact is I love to do
This, my friend, the only thing
That makes me high, that makes me sing
Though it's just writing words and melodies over guitar chords and beats

I'm just so goddamn good

I should quit, I should quit, I should quit while I'm ahead
I should quit, I should quit before it gets to my head

I'm just no goddamn good

If everyone liked everything then everyone would be happy
If everyone liked everything then maybe someone would like me