Ravine Angel - Failed Artists

Failed artists are the cruelest people you'll ever meet
If you look hard enough, there's one on every street
You can tell by sunken eyes and the smell of defeat

Failed artists hide in caves, avoid eye contact
Cruel as a rule, they tend to hunt in packs
They say they need their pain reflected back

So spread the spite around, my friend
Fuck up every order, spit on every plate
Commit time theft until they finally say
Wow, I really guess you deserved something better
We'll laugh and we'll laugh in our hearts
We know that they're wrong

Failed artists always try to set up backup plans
But every chance they get fails to meet their high demands
It's not roaring stadiums and adoring fans

Failed artists stole all your booze the last time you came over
You wonder why while you grew up they seem to just get older
You pray a silent prayer that they're just slower

So spread the spite around, my friend
Put on your makeup, hit roll on the tape
Like some dead broke Dorian Grey
Pray it'll age in your place
This fucked up ghost of you
Howling and screaming and throwing plates at the walls

Written by:
Teague Clements

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