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 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, and 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 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 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, trying to chuck tomatoes back Newsfeeds, groupies, critics, analytics And starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger Effigy on the alter: The parish they brandish their torches And sway to this love song Virginia, walk on my water! Their apocryphal daughters with nerf armor and ARs Who want me caught with red hands Cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-Aid It wouldn’t mix well with my meds But there’s demand and a market for my brand scars And I can’t treat the trademarks in my head I hate to be that guy, but I'm not that guy anymore And I made God damn sure he’s dead And I would dance on his grave But the music I play seems to say take me instead, so 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 music And I hate you kids And I hate putting up fourth walls And I hate proving that I'm still human after all I hate proving that I'm still human