It's a curse to be creative
It's a rout to be irrelevant and old
I guess I'm just too different
Too principled, too maverick to be sold
If you think that I can't see
The forest for the trees
I'm sorry that you feel that way
Now shove it sideways please
I've shopped around and I've been chopped down
Now I'm laid back and livid
Fame is wasted on the young
They just can't write good songs
And if I like the next big thing
The next big thing has got it wrong
I've paid my dues and played the blues
With midatlantic sneer
And watched as others hit the heights
While I stayed stuck down here
So I sit at home and piss and moan
Laid back and livid
Please don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me my chance has gone
I was meant to be the one
I've got so much I can give
But if they won't see I'm just gonna be
Laid back and livid
Hey, Mr DJ! I think you stink!
Now play my music please
No, I don't listen to your show
You should be glad of proper songs like these
Now, if that approach doesn't work somehow
I'm all out of ideas
All I've got are rock star dreams
To pacify my fears
That I was only ever ordinary
And sad
And bitter
And laid back and livid
Please don't tell me how to live
Don't tell me to take a bow
Don't tell me it's over now
I've got so much left to give
I don't have to be adored
I just can't handle being ignored!