Butterscotch Stanley - I'm Not Easy Going Lyrics

Iʼm not easy going
There are things I grew up loving
And will die hating Alan Rudolphʼs streets in 1985
Caution to your wind
MacManus in London
Everyoneʼs an artist, yeah
Everyoneʼs a maker, so
Why is everyone so helpless?
This is a community
An artist f*cking commune
Why is everyone so helpless?
This is a community
An artist f*cking commune
You had a coup a 1996
I hung around and blew smoke rings
The military store where
You pawned your dadʼs violence for my jacket
Everyone looked when you said I was
Everyone looked when you said I was It
But it wouldn't stick until I was not making myself sick off your words
Everyone looked when you said I was
Everyone looked when you said I was it
But it wouldn't stick until I was through making myself sick off your words
Everyone looked when you said I was
Everyone looked when you said I was
I wasn't sick I just was desperate
I wasn't sick I just was
Everyone looked when you said I was
Everyone looked when you said I was it
But it wouldn't stick until I was through making myself sick off your words
Everyone looked when you said I was
Everyone looked when you said I was sick
But it wouldn't stick until I was over the hump of making myself sick