Lyrics

I'll stay down in the underground where no
one can remember my name.
The rats can claw themselves to pieces chasing
the illusion of fame.
I write the parts that no one solo's on.
With too many words to ever be a good song.
If you'd like to see if you can sing along,
That's usually when I get the words all wrong.

Well, I wrote this tune with three chords,
but one of em's a minor so it's probably too hard.
I guess I never should have tried to lead
the band.
Well, you're damned if you do, and you do
if you're damned.

I'll stay down in the underground where no
one can remember my name.
You rats can claw yourselves to pieces chasing
the illusion of fame.
Telling me you never tried to write a song,
and you wouldn't even know how to play along.
Now you're booking gigs cause' you love the
biz, and you're here to let me know that I'm
doing it wrong.

I put the chorus first before the first verse.
Well, you must be thinking I'm insane.
Oh, how am I gonna try to write a hit that
way?
Well, I'm spending my time circling the drain.
Spending my time circling the drain.