Fuck you Robert Pollard
For taking them all away
I'm trying to make it over here
But you're standing in my way
I hear these voices in my head
Guiding me towards a riff
I write the song and record it down
And file it away
And six months later I find it
It's exactly the same
On a single b-side
Or compilation
Or Track 3 of Disk 4 of some random bullshit side project
So fuck you Robert Pollard
For taking all the riffs
And leaving me no way to express my self
But by saying "fuck you" to you
And what's worse in the time it took me
To write this fucking song
You have written seven more
Just to piss me off
So fuck you Robert Pollard
Fuck you
©2009 Jeff Yutzler