PT Walkley - Mediocre текст песни

The trouble with the bands today

is they're all better than me
The Shins' melodies carefully
crafted as their
grammar-rama-lama-ding-dong
The Strokes wrote a decent love song
I wish I could too
I'd write one for you

Mediocre at best,
I'm only getting older
Unless I die before my time,
These songs of mine will go unheard
Don't they deserve better?

The crowds in this town,
are they down, are their elbows cold?
Their arms fold up, and they wouldn't
give a buck to save your soul
The band all agreed, suddenly,
to take it to the
subbur-rubaduba-summer burbs
The people are nice,
make great second wives
and drinkin' buddies

Mediocre at best,
I'm only getting older
Unless I die before my time,
These songs of mine will go unknown
The future could come and go