Smith Williams Jones Lyrics

Spreading ink and wasting it

On hollow words and rhetoric

For songs and words and other shit

So grandiose and counterfeit

Seven notes and branding it

As artistry is making me misanthropic

Maybe just a little bit

We swim in the tide with the Smith's, Williams, Jones

Think like Bukowski and dress like Ramones

Nameless and aimless, unsung I suppose

If art is a statement then how would we know

Just doing our thing like The 'Hearts and The Stones

Our flag is on fire but our flag's up the pole

This isn't art this is just rock 'n' roll

Stale opinion aftertaste

And rambled lines of human waste

But just how long you gonna wait

For the world to hesitate

Never ones for faking it

Between the lines on acetate

Automatic

Have another fucking hit

We swim in the tide with the Smith's, Williams, Jones

Think like Bukowski and dress like Ramones

Nameless and aimless, unsung I suppose

If art is a statement then how would we know

Just doing our thing like The 'Hearts and The Stones

Our flag is on fire but our flag's up the pole

This isn't art this is just rock 'n' roll