Sophomore Slump Lyrics

Greetings from the second stage
These comeback questions get so clichéd
These interviews go on for days
We've been inching to a debut
It don't feel like a comeback
No, it don't feel nothing like that
Feels like I'm just getting born
Cos it's been wet and it's been warm
And I've been stretched between storms
But I still kept you informed
Set the thimble to the thorn
I never gotten pricked before
Spinning drunks and bottom bunks
Sucking off the sophomore slump

Sweet Jesus, someone call the paramedics
Another favourite singer slipped and tripped
And hit his head and forgot he was a genius
And they're causing war up on the third floor where the publicists sit
Cos they'd already sent out advanced copies to all the journalists
And said critics called and they said "Man, we didn't really like it man, it's too bad man the man used to be a genius"
There must have been an accident
Cos he used to be a genius
But he had to go and change it
He should of called us, he should of asked us
You know, maybe we could of produced it
We would've of told him it was already perfect
And it reminded us of college
Spinning drunks and bottom bunks
Sucking off the sophomore slump