Multi-genre singer/songwriter, previously with The Mediocres (Chicago, IL), Swimmer Monkey (Silicon Valley, CA), and currently "Clot 1" of The Garden Clots.
You simmer up and feed me your agenda
Sayin' that it's what's best for me
While you always had your hand on the cage door
Hopin' that I'd think I was free
Now that's some cold blooded whack ass shit
That's some cold blooded whack ass shit
That's some cold blooded whack ass shit
That's some cold blooded whack ass shit
I took the opportunity you offered
Put on a monkey suit and made my case
But you not only reversed what you had told me
You chose to rub that failure in my face
Now that's some cold blooded whack ass shit
That's some cold blooded whack ass shit
That's some cold blooded whack ass shit
That's some cold blooded whack ass shit
If it's true that I'm the one that really matters
Then tell me what's the matter with me
I asked you to live up to your promise
But apparently it's not meant to be
I know I'm just a pawn in your soulless fucked up game
It's my choice not to join you but it burns me just the same
You're just a symptom of the illness
One number on a chart
I know you didn't build this but by God you've done your part by bringin'
Cold blooded whack ass shit
Cold blooded whack ass shit
You're bringin' cold blooded whack ass shit
You're slingn' cold blooded whack ass shit
