Blues Festival Protomartyr

Take it from somebody who knows
There's something coming up and I think it's gonna be a joke
I gotta laugh about it, laugh about it on my own
Life itself like an arrow shot on its arc

First it's born, then it grows and then it goes
How many suffered trying to be like a rolling stone
Looking Lou Reed in your Voodoo Lounge Tour suit
Better listen, my son, to these universal truths

So:
Don't look for hit where there is none
Don't try to air your big ideas
Don't hold the mic like a crying child
Don't, don't

Don't live for free in the commercial zone
Don't let the band open up their mouths
Don't heed the words of a digital forum
Don't, don't

My eyes
Catch a fright
In the flesh
It don't look
Right
My brains
They run
On bad
Thoughts