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I'll smile wide until my mouth consumes my face and body Maybe my life is fine but I'm finding inside Is just a mass of a million people I've met And it's not making any sense All these words mean nothing But if modern art is so apprehensible Why can't I find meaning an anything I think It should flow from my mind to my mouth I know The idea never reaches my brain I don't want it to be this way I'd sell my soul for a thought of my own It's cryptonesia where ever I go I don't have drinkin or religion To help me with my singin I have no inspiration of my own Maybe it's pretentious To speak of a subject I know nothing about And it's definitely pathetic That I try to think of a thought I just sing about my writers block It's sad, it's sad, it's really fucking sad And if I did have a thought It'd just blend into the chorus of extras Chanting rhubarb and sarsaparilla Oh my thoughts don't mean anything to anybody anyway From Letras Mania