Just Like That

My uncle ernie had a *wongleberry*
It used to live along the side of his nose
On the whole it made a very good show
Yknow, I like being in the music biz
But its not all fun
Hey sometimes its also hard
So heres a tune that says…
Its no wonder Im so mad
When I see the chances that I had
Blown away by mr suits big boys
Nine to fivers making all the noise
Making sure that no-one has the choice
I could tell them go to hell
Start a new sound give us some clean air
Open up a door for those who care
Churning out the crap, just like that
Any old riff, gimme a spliff
Then youll clear the business
I could wear a hat, just like that
Send me down the steps
Send me down the stair
Look away to see
Maybe its conspiracy
Put together by God and us who see
They knew where to be Treyre cops unwrapped
Ohhhhh
Its too late…
Im too late…
I could never be…
What they want me to be…
Churning out the crap, just like that
Any old riff, gimme a spliff
Then youll clear the business
I could wear a hat, just like that
Send me down the steps
Send me down the stair
Look away to see, too late…
Im too late
Im too late
Im too late