Songtexte: Andrew Jackson Jihad. Real Suck Cess.

Stop trying so hard to come up.
Or else you will get, hung up.
And then you'll end up strung up on a noose of your own design.

I don't crave success.
I want to ease my stress.
That I get from my day job, music is not the life for me.
No, I don't crave success.
It's a sucky cesspool full of sharks.
No I don't want success.
Music's not the life for me.

Don't forget the fun of touring,
when you are really poor.
And don't forget you had a hobby once,
one that you truly adored.

Don't it always seem to go 'cause you don't know what you've got till it's gone,
they paved paradise; put up a parking lot. (x4)

(Thanks to ande for these lyrics)