Poison Pen

Michael Stanley

So you got a leather jacket and a backstage pass...
An attitude that just won't quit
You got your greasy little toady walking two steps behind
telling you that, man, you're 'it'...

You say you're looking for an angle but I think it's the beer
You cop a few and you're long gone
Headline, deadline, anything to hide behind
Why don't you strap a set on...

Those that can, do
Those that can't,
write about it...
Those that can, do
Those that can't,
write about it...
write about it...

So you bought a poison pen, couldn't make it yourself...
was the only way that you knew how
And you renew your subscription to the Catch of The Day
at the Church of What's Happening Now...

You're reading...all the big boys starting to drool
Steal from 'em, chapter and verse
Let's not talk about original thought--
If you had one it would be the first...

Those that can, do
Those that can't,
write about it...
Those that can, do
Those that can't,
write about it...
write about it, that's right

Those that can, do
Those that can't,
Those that can, do
Those that can't,
write about it...

Well, it's gotta make you crazy that you don't have the guts...
to lay it out on the line
And think it's time to face you're just taking up space...
and wasting everybody's time...

And year after year, when you're looking in the mirror
all you see's the great unknown
You had a little power and it went to your head--
when it got there, it was all alone...

Those that can, do
Those that can't,
write about it...
Those that can, do
Those that can't,
write about it...
write about it...
write about it...
write about it...

Come on and write about it
You outta write about it
Yeah you
Think you're so damn right about it...