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You're so tormented
Demented
Indebted
To all the assholes
(Just like you)
Who've come and gone
(Before you)
predictable
Just plain dull
Why don't you
Blow your brains out, too
You're so into yer shtik
You're so hounded
Ungrounded
Surrounded
By scum suckin' leeches
Who will shovel your shit
Sweep your dirt
(Hoping for an...)
Feed your ego
They never tell you no
All of you
Make me sick
You're so into yer shtik
And they're all into your shtik
Well, Mitchell's got a new girl
She's nineteen
Hollywood model
Star of the screen
Well, she's up here
To support the scene
It's all part
Of his rock and roll fantasy
Stan was at the bar
With bandaged hands
They tried to dry him out
And he got mad
He cut his fist
Punchin' hospital glass
Made his myth
Now he's trapped
Susie's just a girl
Who's doin' her job
That came to New York
And wanted a car
Workin' with the management
To the stars
Kissin' ass
Is a part of her job
Well, it's part of her job
Yeah, it's part of her job
Oh she loves her job
What the hell
She does it so well
I'm not perfect
I live a life of mistakes
I'm not perfect
But there's one thing I can't take
You are into yer shtik
You're so into yer shtik
And they're so into yer shtik
Fuck you all, you make me sick
Demented
Indebted
To all the assholes
(Just like you)
Who've come and gone
(Before you)
predictable
Just plain dull
Why don't you
Blow your brains out, too
You're so into yer shtik
You're so hounded
Ungrounded
Surrounded
By scum suckin' leeches
Who will shovel your shit
Sweep your dirt
(Hoping for an...)
Feed your ego
They never tell you no
All of you
Make me sick
You're so into yer shtik
And they're all into your shtik
Well, Mitchell's got a new girl
She's nineteen
Hollywood model
Star of the screen
Well, she's up here
To support the scene
It's all part
Of his rock and roll fantasy
Stan was at the bar
With bandaged hands
They tried to dry him out
And he got mad
He cut his fist
Punchin' hospital glass
Made his myth
Now he's trapped
Susie's just a girl
Who's doin' her job
That came to New York
And wanted a car
Workin' with the management
To the stars
Kissin' ass
Is a part of her job
Well, it's part of her job
Yeah, it's part of her job
Oh she loves her job
What the hell
She does it so well
I'm not perfect
I live a life of mistakes
I'm not perfect
But there's one thing I can't take
You are into yer shtik
You're so into yer shtik
And they're so into yer shtik
Fuck you all, you make me sick
Lyrics submitted by ThECr4cKFa1rY
Track duration: 03:48
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It's so good in that it applies to just about any person (famous or not) who goes through life with an overinflated ego and/or a 'woe is me/poor me/you don't know what I've been through' mentality (and we all know how many of those types there are out there). But at the same time, you know who Mark Arm was likely directing the message to at the time he wrote it (Courtney Love and various other characters in the Seattle scene whose celebrity attitudes he'd grown sick of).
The person who mentioned the current emo/post-grunge drudgery that is being beaten to death on the airwaves right now also had a good point. The overall meaning of the song just fits so many different situations and will always be relevant.
the whole song is mark arms disgust at what these people had become...
one of the finest angriest garage songs ever written