I wish I was a songwriter
‘Cause I could put these thoughts to sound
I’d have drums beating, feet stomping,
Screaming far too loud.
If I were a composer
You’d hear it ricochet off walls
You’d hear your head spinning,
Fists clenching
You’d hear the bass and the rock and the pound.
You could sing along with pulse points
Reverberations near your heart
One strong wall of anger, one of madness,
Same feeling finish back to start.
If I had a drum kit
I’d kick ‘em where it counts
I’d be a solo smasher, guitar shredder
Like thunder from the clouds.
And if I was a songwriter,
You can bet on one sure thing
You won’t escape my goddam blame-game
For as long and as loud as I could sing.
