look if you had one shot or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted but then you blew it would you move on with your life with a new goal a new dream or would you just stew about it and grow old and angry and bitter yo you ve seen him parked in the dark of the bar a pbr soaked guitarist is hardly a rock star he s fallen far his stomach rumbles from his drunken hunger he mumbles something grumbling about when he was younger when he was bad ass man he had and a van and some fans and some extra cash from his black flag cover band sans backup plan and all his eggs in one basket had he a question about his quest he never asked it in his early 20 s in his heart of hearts and his mind he knew he would make plenty only a matter a time he would find the time to tour and write eventually he would find an interested indie label to which he would sign he bravely faced every challenge that came along and before long grew to be the biggest fish in his pond and every other summer he replaced another drummer now he s just another number of drunks who went under bummer nobody listens to the bitching of the bitter musician he s sitting in his kitchen with his dirty dishes this is it for him he ll never have a hit or big riches his vision fizzled cold and he s so old when it hits him feeling so entitled to the that which he doesn t have but he s too busy belly aching about it to laugh at himself man he s got nothing left not even his health no lemonade s been made from the lemons he s been dealt once upon a time he was the king of the scene but it didn t last no that passed fast now he s mean he says everybody in town they all know about me yeah because he talks about his history continuously as he preaches of the good ole days the golden age of shows and all the bands with which he s played shows now nobody knows bars close he goes home and goes waking up his neighbors when he s drinking jameson playing his tapes again and then in the corner of his eye he spies a spider right beside him spinning webs across his head in a photo on a flyer from a hundred years ago back when he was handsome and thinner back before he was jaded back when he was a beginner he gave it his all his best shot when he was trying now he chalks his losses up to bad luck and worse timing he even faked it when he couldn t take it dues came and he paid them he laid it on the table but he never made it lose yourself in the music the moment you know it let him down so very hard that he disowned it and so he goes around bad mouthing the whole scene and these kids who are the age he was when he had his dream and he s gone now i guess he finally fell to obscurity or grew tired of having to ask haven t you heard of me the rumors flew i m not exactly sure what happened last i heard he put on a black suit and started rapping nobody listens to the bitching of the bitter musician he s sitting in his kitchen with his dirty dishes this is it for him he ll never have a hit or big riches his vision fizzled cold and he s so old when it hits him hey man you can accomplish anything if you just put your mind to it i m just kidding 