Let’s Face It

The black velvet band sticks with its teeth out Falling out of every dumb gum And its hands stained red And its hands stained red Are shaking instead of making sense Lets laugh and yell, point and bellow At every bad joke At all the folks humping hope And its hands stained red And its hands stained red Are shaking instead of making sense And all the sad bags with eyes that sag, and feet dragging along. Singing some shitty song about sadness or sincerity Lets face it, you're in your twenties, and a bad poet And you're not an artist, you're a fartist But keep on trying, and keep on crying Cough, cough, fuck off