Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole Songtext - Dillinger Four

Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole - Dillinger Four

Could this be the end, alert the media
Holler out message sent, and pass the bottle now
I'll wreck today, not unlike the way you saw me yesterday
I'll wreck today and double over laughing with the pain

Check those fears at the door and hang around a while
I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns
Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells?
And can anyone really say there's no free drinks in hell?

This national chemistry
It's bigger than you know

I'm neither a poet, nor a babysitter
But I got a guitar and a way to kill an hour now
I got no fucking pity for the fools who broke their eyes
Trying to break a whole culture down to size

Check those fears at the door and hang around a while
I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns
Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells
And can anybody really say there's no stiff drinks in hell?

This national chemistry
It's bigger than you and me

While fighting for control now
Have we lost touch with who we are?
Do you love telling your war stories
While hiding your scars?


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