ALL THE MUSIC'S GONE

In our fair city lives the genius of the day
For his art it's a shame he must suffer
Hates to turn on his friends but he'll do it again
In my mind he's a musical martyr

For he knows that the look and the posture
Are more important than learning the notes
His instruments they fit inside him
Conveniently crammed up his nose

All the music's going up his nose
All the music's going up his nose
He sings excuses in glorious tones 'til
All the music's gone

At a mid-west open mic night he got laid
An evening that would surely change his life
Severed all his ties the very next day
Left behind some unpaid bills and a wife

Now he's a troubadour but acting is his art
He lives couch to couch, plays part to part
As he moves from place to place, he puts on face to face
Don't need a band to be a rock star, only get you so far

All the music's going up his nose
All the music's going up his nose
He sings excuses in glorious tones 'til
All the music's gone

Most folks they're impressed by his potential
The ladies like that he talks real slow
They don't notice right away that he's singing
The same three chord songs he wrote five years ago

Anything that's new is his invention
'Til the neighbors they start to get wise
'Said the road to hell is paved with good intentions
It's time once again my friends to say goodbye, and good times

All the music's going up his nose
All the music's going up his nose
He sings excuses in glorious tones 'til
All the music's gone

All the music's gone
All the music's gone
All the music's gone
All the music's gone