I’ll leave them to do what they want
I’ll leave them to do what they need to
I’ll go and play with words and pictures
I’ll admit I’m feeling strange


I’m not as sad as Dostoevsky
I’m not as clever as Mark Twain
I’ll only buy a book for the way it looks
And then I stick it on the shelf again


We’re not terrific but we’re competent

This Is Just a Modern Rock Song