Every Poet Wants To Murder Shakespeare Lyrics - Singles - Bad Examples

Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare 

Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before 

And everyone invents the world the day that they were born 

Somethings going on here and its going on without me 

Im standing on the precipice and counting all my recipes 

Im sick and tired of paying homage to the altar 

Of the things that went before me when I wasnt born to be there 

Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare 

Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before 

And everyone invents the world the day that they were born 

Theres a painting of my lover in the corner 

Shes taken off her clothing and shes standing in the rain 

Seems like shes beckoning for me to come and join her 

But shes trapped inside a painting and Im running out of patience 

I sip a pint of beer and marvel at the magic 

I must be as drunk as Mister Marlowe in his prime 

I stumble through the shambles of my own imagination 

Cause the poet of tomorrow will be just as drunk as I am 

Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare 

Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before 

And everyone invents the world the day that they were born 

Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare 

Were just pissing on the grave of what went on before 

And everyone invents the world the day that they were born 

Every poet wants to murder Shakespeare...