Behind a wooden podium, I would shrink away
I would swallow all my vowels, I would swallow all my rage
An invisible podium, I’m so loud and brave
I’m the loudest, I’m the proudest, I’m the loudest on the page
Got so many enemies, smilin’ at ‘em daily
Try and scowl at them but the scowl won’t show
So I throw on my pyjamas and I hit the caps lock
My multitude of enemies, my enemies will know
Nothing like an exclamation, exclamation
Got buckets of mud I can rub your face in
Ain’t a statement if it’s not an exclamation
Where’s my chorus? Where’s my chorus?
Nothing like an exclamation, exclamation
Under anonymity of cyberspace and
Diatribe it’s easier than education
With no face I’ve lost my moorings
When my face it does not show
I increase in size tenfold
A one-man tornado
And I blow and I blow and I blow
Hey I’m just a citizen, just an individual
Just a human being who is speaking his mind
Hey I’ve got a T4, got a gym membership
Bona fide piece of shit, one of a kind
credits
from 45,
released August 28, 2020
Song written by Places Erupt
Lyrics written by Lee Piazza
Recorded by Mike Legere at Root Down Studios
Mixed by Sydney Galbraith of Desert Fish Studios
Mastered by Jeff Wolpert
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