...And If I Did, You Deserved It. ("In case I make it," Outtake) (Live at Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA)

Uh, here's one that isn't on a record

I want a new pair of shades, get paid to wear shoes

Do what I say, don't say what I do

When we're alone now

High up but a lowdown

You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife

And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror

Oh, I wanna be safe from the fame, but be loved from afar

Get paid to write my name

Could you airbrush my scars

Get my good side

Don't get on my bad side

You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife

It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack on a guy

But i'm deserving every word they could begin to apply

But at least they know now

That I really don't care what you think, or what you say

Either that, or I do way too much

Oh well, whatever, either way

My heart's empty

And I'm trying to fill it up

But it's not big enough for the both of us

No, it's not big enough for the both of us

I want no less than the best

But the best I can do is be the worst thing first

And leave the rest up to you

I'm realistic

Everyone's a critic

If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the fight

And get my ass kicked

I'm poisonous, not toxic

I'll admit when I'm wrong

But only to be right

And if it fits in the song

I'll rhyme that with "contrived"

Don't meet your idols

Hey, fuck you, I'm your idol

But the only label that'll sign is in the DSM-5

'Cause my flaws are sorta on the pathological side

Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick

'Cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich

And that's the only difference

And I really don't care what you think, or what you say

Either that, or I do way too much

Oh well, whatever, either way

My heart's empty

And I'm trying to fill it up

But it's not big enough for the both of us