Song Description

Enough

Lyrics

I tried to scream it to myself
this is not your greatest work
this is not your greatest work
Oh boy.
But I've been stuck inside too long
and I need some exercise
I need some fresh air on my skin
I need sunlight
The chorus of pencils scratches on
All their erasers wearing thin
All their bullshit sounds the same
A deaf ear to my complaints
If I could touch the hearts and minds
the feeble minded sing along
I think this is my favorite song
I think this is my favorite. . .
(CHORUS)
Song that I was waiting for on my clock radio
I think it was November 15th in 1987 I was 13 years old
And they all played the same 100 songs on a constant rotation
It was mediocre music by any estimation but it was
All mine, All night,
Red clock numbers, my only source of light, but it was
All mine, all mine, all mine, all mine
(2nd Verse)
Brings me back around to here
and why do I hurt myself
for something no one will hear
Dead sound
But those pencils won't relent
their marching carbon sings in time
the most bland and selfish words
All mine
And I try to force my hand
Play the ugly beauty queen
the Queen of Spades that takes a stand
I'm saying things that I don't mean
And the Blah Blah Blah's they Blah Blah Blah
dearest regards and sing along
I think this is my favorite song
I thing this is my favorite. . .
(Chorus)