The Aging Musician - The Residents

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, run, run

Run, run, fast as you can

Run, run, fast as you can

Run, run, fast as you can

You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man

Once upon a time I played electric guitar

And they said I was a rock and roll star

Now nobody calls me on the telephone

So I sit and watch my TV all alone

Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain

They’d remember me like Kurt Cobain

And the parasites on MTV

Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me

But I wouldn’t be a hero I’d be dead

Just a note beside a corpse that read

«If you like to pretend that you’ll never get old

You got what it takes to rock and roll»

Jagger — he was a poet.

None of this «three chords and a hairdresser» crap

I just need a couple of players.

With a couple of really good players,

I could have a band again go back on the road--C'mere, boy!--play real music,

none of this computer crap, real music--C'mere, boy!--We could go- we could go

big

Whatever happened to music?

Now it’s all about marketing and media coverage.

Goddamn MTV, everything was okay before MTV.

And gun control — like gun

control’s gonna stop anything!

A Colt Trooper MkIII will stop just about

anything

C’mere!

…Boy, Mauser, where’s Uzi?

Is he outside?

Nothing’s right anymore not even TV.

Davy Crockett said it all when I was a kid:

«If you’re sure you’re right, then go ahead on.»

Now, nothing’s right.

Nothing’s right

Goddamn MTV!