"Do Betterer" lyrics
Life is not a spark in space
An episode of Will and Grace
Controversial yet mundane
Debrah's messing with your brain
Even Scientologists
Know there's more to all of this
You search the ruins for trap doors
Wonder what you're put here for
As a hint of gas
Climbing nostrils as you pass
Making Harvard graduates
Feel childish when they laugh at it
Climb the rungs to kingdom come
Sour Patch to acid tongue
Are you opposed to having fun?
You clench the world between your buns
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
Your life is always the post of something else
Where is the present in the way that you present yourself?
It's disgusting how little that you try
The existential equivalent of pink eye
Drink alone and watch TV
You're expecting harmonies
To tap your tune with silver spoons
The anthem of impending doom
Guiding Satan's steady hand
Forcing Beatles to disband
It's ego freaks and drama queens
The young at heart know what I mean
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, better than that
You're a fraud, thank God and learn to keep your shirt on
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You'd burn so brightly
You'd burn so brightly in the dark
You'd burn so brightly
You'd burn so, you'd burn so
You fuck
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, better than that
You're a fraud, thank God and learn to keep your shirt on
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
We could do better, we could do better
We could be the greatest band in the world
We could be the, we could be the
We could be the greatest band in the world
My name's Henry Rollins for those of you that don't know me, don't worry. First off, don't worry, I am not running for office, I'm not trying to sell you anything, I don't care if you like me or not and I'm not a comic, so you can relax. Um, I've been allowed three minutes of your time — thanks Dennis — and, uh, so I figured out what I want to say in three minutes. I figured since you all are here and I'm here and we're both doing the same thing, which is breathing in and out, maybe I could shortly communicate with you. I just wanted to remind you of something. What I want to remind you all about is something I call "life time". Because if, uh, you think about it, you might say "life is short", but actually life isn't short or long, it just goes whether you're here or not. You die, life goes on. You die tomorrow, I'm still here, I'm still alive, life goes on. Time isn't running out, it just keeps running, before and after you. But your lifetime is running out every second. So I wanted to remind you of that fact and remind you of the fact that you live in a very dangerous country, and you live in a very dangerous landscape, and if you're in the 213 area code which we are presently in, which is Los Angeles, you're living in a very dangerous and violent climate. And part of this city burned for nothing. A few months ago in Venice, California, my best friend was shot in the face and had his brains blown out on my front porch for nothing. You can do a lot of things for nothing, and you can waste a lot of your time and do nothing, and I figure you get born with this body and if it functions, I figure you're really lucky, and why anyone would want to screw it up is beyond me. So with the minute and a half I have remaining, I just implore you to stay away from the heroin, the dope. Why any of you would like to take those beautiful lungs you have and put cigarette smoke in it is totally beyond me. I mean, what's the matter with you? You guys were raised by wild dogs or something? But anyway you are what it's all about. If anyone tells you you're lame or something, no one has anything that you don't have. You're what it's all about, you're it, and you're doing something really great which is breathing in and out, which is a lot more than my dead friend is doing, and so you have to hold onto that. And, uh, it's all about lifetime, and I just wanted to remind you of it, because, um, uh, I don't know any of you, but I like you, and I want to make sure you stay around, live long and strong, 'cause I think that's much better than ending up in a plastic box in Burbank, California. Thanks.
An episode of Will and Grace
Controversial yet mundane
Debrah's messing with your brain
Even Scientologists
Know there's more to all of this
You search the ruins for trap doors
Wonder what you're put here for
As a hint of gas
Climbing nostrils as you pass
Making Harvard graduates
Feel childish when they laugh at it
Climb the rungs to kingdom come
Sour Patch to acid tongue
Are you opposed to having fun?
You clench the world between your buns
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
Your life is always the post of something else
Where is the present in the way that you present yourself?
It's disgusting how little that you try
The existential equivalent of pink eye
Drink alone and watch TV
You're expecting harmonies
To tap your tune with silver spoons
The anthem of impending doom
Guiding Satan's steady hand
Forcing Beatles to disband
It's ego freaks and drama queens
The young at heart know what I mean
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, better than that
You're a fraud, thank God and learn to keep your shirt on
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You'd burn so brightly
You'd burn so brightly in the dark
You'd burn so brightly
You'd burn so, you'd burn so
You fuck
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, better than that
You're a fraud, thank God and learn to keep your shirt on
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
You could do better, you could do better
You could be the greatest man in the world
We could do better, we could do better
We could be the greatest band in the world
We could be the, we could be the
We could be the greatest band in the world
My name's Henry Rollins for those of you that don't know me, don't worry. First off, don't worry, I am not running for office, I'm not trying to sell you anything, I don't care if you like me or not and I'm not a comic, so you can relax. Um, I've been allowed three minutes of your time — thanks Dennis — and, uh, so I figured out what I want to say in three minutes. I figured since you all are here and I'm here and we're both doing the same thing, which is breathing in and out, maybe I could shortly communicate with you. I just wanted to remind you of something. What I want to remind you all about is something I call "life time". Because if, uh, you think about it, you might say "life is short", but actually life isn't short or long, it just goes whether you're here or not. You die, life goes on. You die tomorrow, I'm still here, I'm still alive, life goes on. Time isn't running out, it just keeps running, before and after you. But your lifetime is running out every second. So I wanted to remind you of that fact and remind you of the fact that you live in a very dangerous country, and you live in a very dangerous landscape, and if you're in the 213 area code which we are presently in, which is Los Angeles, you're living in a very dangerous and violent climate. And part of this city burned for nothing. A few months ago in Venice, California, my best friend was shot in the face and had his brains blown out on my front porch for nothing. You can do a lot of things for nothing, and you can waste a lot of your time and do nothing, and I figure you get born with this body and if it functions, I figure you're really lucky, and why anyone would want to screw it up is beyond me. So with the minute and a half I have remaining, I just implore you to stay away from the heroin, the dope. Why any of you would like to take those beautiful lungs you have and put cigarette smoke in it is totally beyond me. I mean, what's the matter with you? You guys were raised by wild dogs or something? But anyway you are what it's all about. If anyone tells you you're lame or something, no one has anything that you don't have. You're what it's all about, you're it, and you're doing something really great which is breathing in and out, which is a lot more than my dead friend is doing, and so you have to hold onto that. And, uh, it's all about lifetime, and I just wanted to remind you of it, because, um, uh, I don't know any of you, but I like you, and I want to make sure you stay around, live long and strong, 'cause I think that's much better than ending up in a plastic box in Burbank, California. Thanks.
