I'm an old man with delusions of grandeur
And I got relevance depravation syndrome
A well-inflated sense of entitlement
And you got why I can't just sit at home
I'm an old man who's deluded, I'll grant ya
But I got musical depravation syndrome
A world away from it all where I grew up
So you leave, but you're 21 before you get a show
Expiration dates
I'll drink this milk
When it goes off
I'll lap it up, I'll stay delusional
I've had enough, when I've had enough
Already set back coming from a small town
When they only want covers you're hell bent on getting out
Then you realise, city bands have got it tough
There's a million of 'em out there
Support the good ones, and they'll hook you up
But that's not instant, and it doesn't mean their fans
Will hang around for your set, when you bust in, on a scene of bands
But you come back and you slowly build your crowd
It'll never be your day job, but why should that stop you now?
Expiration dates, (I've heard 'em all)
I'll drink this milk, when it goes off
I'll lap it up, I'll stay delusional
Your use before's been used before