This show’s still going. The tape’s still rolling The notes still coming even with no money’s flowing. I get plenty satisfied just breaking even. As long as I’m still breathing, I’ll still be singing. Ain’t got no words of wisdom not said better in a movie. Ain’t got no unique point of veiw that people need to hear or see. Got pop and counter culture rotting up my brain Can’t seem to write a song without a reference made. Don’t need it justified, or care about validity. Don’t need a crowd singing “I’m rolling 20’s.” back at me. Taught by my parents and Futurama to be whatever I want to do. Is that a problem? It’s just that bad jokes are just how I communicate. Coherent thoughts and ideas I just can’t seem to keep straight. I use so many words with so little to say. Confusion’s my co-pilot, we get lost every day. But to get back on track there's a point I'm trying to make I'm just looking for the perfect words for what I'm trying to say I could sum it up with the Hanneman/King/Hanneman/Hanneman I doubt you get the but Fish is probably laughing. Is this another joke or am I being serious? Well my though train derailed somewhere in the second verse. I guess if pressed I’d say Picard’s the better captian So hope that’s the answer cause I forgot the question To friends and family, and all those listening I thank you for your patience I’ll get there eventually. It just takes me a while, and Bird I’m almost there And you should have seen this coming That's what she said! This show’s still going. The tape’s still rolling And I’m still rambling on not even knowing How to find the words for what I’m trying to say. Well sometimes words can’t do it justice So you just make the music really big And sing at the top of your lungs and hope they get it. Thank you for listening. Well sometimes words can’t do it justice So put down the pen and say fuck it Sing at the top of your lungs and hope they get it. Thank you for listening. Well sometimes words can’t do it justice So you just make the music really big And sing at the top of your lungs and hope they get it. Thank you James Griffiths Sometimes you just scream into the mic for the fuck of it If it’s too loud Josh can automate it. Sing at the top of your lings and hope they get it. Thank you for listening.