"From Martyrdom To Star(tyr)dom" lyrics

Shut the fuck up. That's enough today
You made your point, I can't make mine and that's the way we're gonna keep it, bro
Get out. Get out fast. That's my only chance
I have no skills but pleasing teenagers with a melody they'll soon forget

So let's have a conversation
Thank you Jesus! Someone lives big
And we've got, got coattails to burn!

And when they tell me my convictions did not pay the rent this month
Stop your whining and write a better song

Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than shit."

Shit, man. I fell hard. Hard-on for a dream
My desperate attempt to bastardize a perfectly good medium

Conjure up one more conversation whore
Thank the fucking lord that someone's living goddamn large
"And we've got, got coattails to burn!"

My landlord said that my convictions did not pay the rent this month
Find an office and stop writing these songs
The neighbors are complaining

Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than shit

And contrary to how young we wanna stay
We're getting older every day
Turn the power off, go do something
Regardless of how young we wanna stay
We're getting older every day
Turn the power off and stake your claim

Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists get tired of eating shit
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than nothing
Even martyr starving artists would rather eat meals than shit