Mr. Denim EP

by Mr. Denim

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released November 25, 2011

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Track Name: Superman
Once upon a time on this puny blue planet
A couple set forth a son.
He came to kick ass,
He came to take names,
And he came to get shit done.

But this isn't his story, it's mine.

Once upon a time on this puny blue planet
A different couple had a kid.
With an average childhood,
He came up just like his dad.
He was angry, he was loud,
And he talked out of his ass.

His mother said that genetics played a role in this.

He didn't have dreams,
He didn't have aspirations,
Nowhere to be,
Knew exactly where he came from.

If you wanted an epic tale,
Go somewhere else.
If you wanted Superman,
Go fuck yourself.
Track Name: A Sloppy Arrangement of Poorly Thought-out ideas
Feels like someone's
Got a hold of my throat.
I'm screaming, I'm grasping,
In due time I'll choke on my few final words,
"What a horrible joke,"
Not much to be remembered
But so these things go.

Spitting through clenched teeth,
I'm biting my tongue.
There's a war in my head,
But the outsiders won.
Why don't I learn to calm down?
Why don't I have fun?
These clichés are much sooner said
Than they're done.

Leave me high, leave me dry, leave me trampled.
Feed me all the bullshit you can.
I'll never learn to be an example,
I'll sure as hell never learn to be a man.

Fists balled in anger
Faces sneer in disgust,
All you identical cogs will all in time rust,
Leaving nothing behind but your feces and dust,
And your infamous motto:
"In bullshit we trust."

Nobody stands up,
No one lifts a finger.
Stare God in the face,
And ask him: "Why bother?"
I'll flip him the finger, he'll send me to hell.
I'll go down gladly, laughing,
And rot there forever.
Oh well.