Titus Andronicus Lyrics - Airing Of Grievances - Titus Andronicus

Throw my guitar down on the floor 

No one cares what I've got to say anymore 

I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise 

I'll write my masterpiece some other day 

(Fuck everything, fuck me) 

I'm repeating myself again 

Innovation, I leave to smarter men 

Pretty melodies don't fall out of the air for me 

I've got to steal them from somewhere 

But it doesn't matter what you do 

Or how hard you try 

Now there's nothing left for me to do except die 

When they cut you up 

And tell you that it's not going to hurt 

But they are not going to stop until they see you go to sleep in the dirt 

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There'll be no more cigarettes 

No more having sex 

No more drinking until you fall on the floor 

No more indie rock 

Just a ticking clock 

You have no time for that anymore 

You better watch where you run your mouth 

Because you know what they'll say to you 

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