Lyrics:

Are we judged here by the things we say
Or is it just the noise we make?
Long before you were a patent pending
There was a time you were the artist-friendly one

When you really have to move you'll be amazed
At the way you learn to hide this stuff away
At the rider with the new headliner at the show
Only looking for some new venues you could outgrow

I didn't mean to lift that many lines
Compiled in an encyclopedia of classic takedowns
I didn't mean to lift that many lines
At the tail end of a long receiving line, you were a holdout

Someone really needs to turn the lights out
Don't you know there is a war on here?
It's time enough out on the dead-end streets, you're done exploring
Done it to death, haven't you?

I didn't mean to lift that many lines
Compiled in an encyclopedia of classic takedowns
I didn't mean to lift that many lines
At the tail end of a long receiving line, you were a holdout

I got the mail on the first day back in the loft apartment left to rot
Left there listening to Hurricane Smith
If it gets more inappropriate, I don't wanna know

I didn't mean to lift that many lines
Compiled in an encyclopedia of classic takedowns
I didn't mean to lift that many lines
At the tail end of a long receiving line, you were a holdout