from "Coming Up For Air", 1996, Intersound Music Inc.







So you've got a leather jacket and a backstage pass...

And an attitude that just won't quit

You've got your greasy little toady walking two steps behind

telling you, man, you're 'it'...



You say you're looking for an angle but I think it's the beer

You cop a few and you're long gone

Headline, deadline, anything to hide behind

Why don't you strap a set on?...





(CHORUS:)

Those that can, do

Those that can't,

write about it

Those that can, do

Those that can't,

write about it



So you bought a poison pen, couldn't make it yourself...

was the only way that you knew how

And you renew your subscription to the Catch of The Day

at the Church of What's Happening Now...



Reading...all the big boys starting to drool

Steal from them, chapter and verse

Let's not talk about original thought--

If you had one it would be the first...



(CHORUS)





Well, it's gotta make you crazy that you don't have the guts...

to lay it out on the line

And think it's time to face you're just taking up space...

and wasting everybody's time



And year after year, when you're looking in the mirror

all you see's the great unknown

You had a little power and it went to your head--

when it got there, it was all alone...



(CHORUS)











--words & music by Michael Stanley