Make Way!

Dressed up in shirt and tie, rebellion in my head,

I’m strollin’ down the street with punk-rock in my steps.

I’m gonna write myself just right into the Nobels,

I’ll take my pencil and stuff it down my pants!

Make way! It’s my day!

I’m the lead of my own play!

No duet, trio, quartet,

Spotlight’s all mine.

Come on, make my day!

My rise to fame is underway,

Hemingway’s successor with a head still on his shoulders!

Our world’s shitty I won’t hesitate to sing it loud,

I’ll put it all on blast and dance on the ashes!

I got my pen in hand, the world’s at my command,

My name will BURN into everybody’s minds!

Make way, it’s my day!

I’m the lead of my own play!

No duet, trio, quartet,

Spotlight’s all mine!

Come on, make my day!

My rise to fame is underway,

I’m the owner of my art now let me sell my noise!

I wanna sit on my throne of truth and fame,

The monument to knowing who we fuckin' blame,

Hurrah (Make way!), Hurrah (Make way!)

The knight of pen and paper,

Jean-Paul Sartre’s enthusiast and feeding on my failure!

Clap your hands for what you dream to be,

It’s our de (de) sti (ny!)

Now I smell the fires burning the past,

Don’t forget our fuel’s BULLSHIT BROADCAST!

I wanna sit on my throne of truth and fame,

The monument to knowing who we fuckin' blame,

Hurrah (Make way!), Hurrah (Make way!)

The knight of pen and paper,

George Orwell’s scholastic whore and Big Brother’s big traitor!

I wanna sit on my throne of truth and fame,

The monument to knowing who we fuckin' blame,

Hurrah (Make way!), Hurrah (Make way!)

The knight of pen and paper,

I’m just a simple guy fighting for something fucking greater!