Atlas
Atlas is what they call my neck
It's holding up my giant head
It's big, so big
How did it get so big?
Are you jealous yet? I went on the road
Every penny spent, and now I'm broke
Thousands of faces who don't know
Me anymore than a year ago
Gave it all to play ska and punk and reggae
All it got me was some holes in my resume
Can you imagine my pride when I have to say
I went college for years but didn't graduate
Atlas is what they call my neck
It's holding up my giant head
It's big, so big
How did it get so big?
I could count the ways that I have failed
Times I should have stayed but I set sail
And all you can think is I must be vain
You've never been inside my brain
Just because I got a song on the internet
Doesn't mean I have developed an ego yet
It was months before you even heard me mention it
Now it's you who is the only one obsessed with it
Atlas is what they call my neck
It's holding up my giant head
It's big, so big
How did it get so big?
I don't quite understand your process
You interpret my silence
As me thinking I'm better than you
I never stated that I ever made it
Just because you claim it
You think that if you said it, it's true
Atlas is what they call my neck
It's holding up my giant head
It's big, so big
How did it get so big?
Atlas is what they call my neck
It's holding up my giant head
It's big, so big
How did it get so fucking big?
Autor(es): Matt Wixson
