So some set out to get outnand do their own thingnEnd of the great credibility racenBut the ego e-colinspreads equallynEnd of the great credibility racenMajor or minornD.I.Y. or The MannEnd of the great credibility racenYou can’t killnstupid stardom scamsnEnd of the great credibility racennSo here’s to the onesnthat just wanna playnthat set out to get outnand do their own thingnThe rules they shiftnbut they stay the samenThrift store theatricsnand four track recordersnare powered by trust fundsnof guilty prodigalsnthe checkered flag’s whitenat the end of the great credibility racennYou can dare fate like a matadornEnd of the great credibility racenHave sympathy for all the dropped combosnEnd of the great credibility racenTouch on jazz and go prove you’re a honky white mannEnd of the great credibility racenKill all the rock starts ‘til you’re a start for the actnEnd of the great credibility racennI wasn’t Built To SpillnI ain’t no no Modest MousenI roar like a lionnand I don’t miss a dropnLife’s too shortnfor all this fucking crapnBefore you know you’re at your Cryptnreading your Epitaph