Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n’ Roll Will Wood
"Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n’ Roll" by Will Wood, released in 2021, is a #Rock song that critiques hedonism and the superficiality of fame. It explores themes of self-destruction, societal expectations, and the pursuit of authenticity. Musically, it features eclectic instrumentation and theatrical vocals, creating a vibrant, chaotic atmosphere. The song resonates with listeners by questioning the true cost of indulgence and fame.
[Verse 1]
This is a desk job, a data entry five to niner
Yeah, I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor
Tell me, what kind of living legend would only want a living wage?
Because I just turned 27 and I’m dying of old age
Guess I’m just selfish, I wanna have but not be had
And I think, “Can I sell this? The rainfall’s a windfall, the fourth wall a paywall” whenever things get bad
[Pre-Chorus]
So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the same place as my instability
It’s not a gift if you pay for it, but I don’t want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I’d rather leave 'cause
[Chorus]
I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate proving that I’m still human after all
[Verse 2]
It’s the death of the author, you read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen’s that much stronger, then call this hare kari as I kamikaze to my career suicide
I hate these Easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps
Stockade stages, applause and praise and trying to chuck tomatoes back
This is a desk job, a data entry five to niner
Yeah, I guess I’m my own boss, but everyone’s my supervisor
Tell me, what kind of living legend would only want a living wage?
Because I just turned 27 and I’m dying of old age
Guess I’m just selfish, I wanna have but not be had
And I think, “Can I sell this? The rainfall’s a windfall, the fourth wall a paywall” whenever things get bad
[Pre-Chorus]
So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the same place as my instability
It’s not a gift if you pay for it, but I don’t want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here, and now I really think I’d rather leave 'cause
[Chorus]
I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n’ roll
And I hate proving that I’m still human after all
[Verse 2]
It’s the death of the author, you read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen’s that much stronger, then call this hare kari as I kamikaze to my career suicide
I hate these Easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps
Stockade stages, applause and praise and trying to chuck tomatoes back
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