Last Tuesday I sat across from another stupid record lable bossnHe told me I made the notes a bit too perfectnShould try to be more like the Strokes.nMade me so depressed that now I can't get out of bed,nHe wouldn't know an artist if I kicked him in the head.nI saw the brass ring and I'm never ever gettin' it,nI realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut.nnWest Hartford is pretty far nFrom Philadlephia...nAbout five hours in the car!nIt gave me time to think about my lifenAnd now I have no doubtnUnless I get a nipple ring unless I shave my headnI better call a doctor to pronounce my career deadnI saw the brass the brass ringnI'm never, ever gettin' it,nI realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut.nnI've read that there was a time when there were record execs nWho would love to hear a well constructed melody.nThat kind of person would do well with me,nBut now it seems they only want you if you're angrynAnd you play two chords and shout out some obscenitynAnd since I don't do that the hell with me.nOhhhhh!! La la la la la la la!!!nnThey're supposed to be in or they can't understandnHow a song played on my guitar would sound right by a band. nThey'd really like to sign me, but they're sorry, they're not ablenBecause Howie Day did not sell enough units for the label!nAnd just because my face is something less than photographicnThen I don't have 14 year old girls in my demographicnI could go on and on with their pathetic little excusesnI'd have to drive all the way to Massachusetts!nWell I saw the brass ring and I'm never, ever gettin' therenYeah, I saw the brass ring and I'm never, ever gettin' therenYeah I saw the brass ring nAnd I'm never, ever, never, never, ever, never, ever, never, never, ever...nI saw the brass ring and I'm never, ever gettin' therenI realized this afternoon while driving to Connecticut.