Things were very different
in metal’s early year
you could leave your day job
and forge a new career
But now a good show means
some pizza and 9 bucks... this sucks.
So I’ve been thinking hard
and come to a decision about this shit
Seven hours in a bar every night on tour is not my idea of fun
I like traveling with my pals, but enough, hell with this, I’m done
I could be sitting at home with Netflix, relaxing while I draw up some art
Instead of being miserable and breathing in your smoke while bashing my head apart
Dudes are sick of listening to me whine
These guys want to tour all of the time
I’ll run things behind the scenes and write more songs but
as for shows, you’re out of luck, find someone who’s a better fit
Cause you know what?
Tom, come on, you can’t leave the band
This is your baby, I don’t understand
We’re going in different directions, this blows
I don’t like bars and I don’t like shows
People won’t come if they won’t see your face
You’re our main draw, man, you can’t be replaced
That’s bullshit, people just like the songs
It doesn’t matter who does the screaming, you’re wrong
I would stay if this paid like a job
But I miss my home, I miss my dog
I wish you the best, I wish you well,
but from now on find someone else
Please stay, nobody else could stir up such a pit.
That’s true, but I told you...