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Hamell On Trial
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Ed Hamell
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Everybody wanna talk to me
They wanna give me good advice, designed to set me free
In one ear and out the other
I would never say that you do my brother
Insults all dressed up as aid
Who the hell was asking you anyway?
Don't condescend and don't talk down
Who elected you the mayor of opinion town?
They said, "I gotta figure no great detection
You stuffed the ballot at that election
Rigged the vote", and that's all she wrote
The next day in the Times I read your quote
They said, "I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do
Hello Mr. Hamell, would we start with you?
How much money you got, you can't have a lot?
Your clothes, your car, your hair, your gear is shot"
I got a lot of things hanging 'round my head
Feel a whole lot better when it gets said
Gimme just three minutes to unload
If I don't let it out I might explode, yes
That ain't the stuff that cuts to the quick
You keep on talking you think I'm thick
This one or that one how good they're doing
All the deals, they got brewing, you act like I'm ruined
But no, sour grapes rap
So called success, nothing but crap
Feels bad tied with a bow
And they got to make the money 'cause that's all they know
And the quality's like a plane on the dive
People call 'em artists but it's nothing but jive
People wonder why I lock the door
And then put The Stooges on, turn the volume up to 10
I got a gnawing sensation
History won't be kind to my generation
Gets any worse, it occurs to me
No president without plastic surgery
I got a lot of things hanging 'round my head
Feel a whole lot better when it gets said
Gimme just three minutes to unload
If I don't let it out I might explode, yes
I listen to your talk show
On the TV and the radio
You know, the audience is cool, they let their conscience rule
But the front of your shirt is bathed with drool
Because you're chasing that celebrity
Got your camera on the trailer you won't let it be
Affairs with the sister, affairs with the mom
First time live and then you drop the bomb
Now watch that 15 minutes of fame
Become a life of shame
Who am I to say, what do I know
I'm stuck to that show "Cops", like it's made of velcro
And the Bounty Hunter show sucks me in
I ain't gonna lie, could be me and my friends
Chased by acid wash and bad hair
Oak Ridge Boys with a badge, my worst nightmare
I got a lot of things hanging 'round my head
Feel a whole lot better when it gets said
Gimme just three minutes to unload
If I don't let it out I might explode, yes, yes
Writer(s): Ed Hamell
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