[Everyday I'm suffering et.c.]

Everyday I'm suffering
Keep telling myself that I'm tougher than
The vacuous crap, but I'm nothing and
All there is to do is open up and stuff it in
There's no escaping the music
If only there was a way to refuse it
I'd find me some peace, mind in one piece
But hiding in the dark's only making me lose it
I've already reached a point
Where I can only associate with sad critics
Won't walk further than the pizza joint
And can only communicate in bad lyrics
Gotta stay hidden or the music'll find me
Can't turn around, 'cause the tunes are behind me
Stupid and whiny, putrid and shiny
Everyday I'm losing my mind. See--

[Everyday I'm suffering et.c.]

Gotta suffer through these melodies
Harmonies, rhythms and rhymes
These brand new songs I seem to recall
Hearing billions of times
Before, and probably am
Going to hear again
And again until all that remains
Is the pain retained in my brain
A refrain is inane
A verse is worse
Soon by definition
Unless I reverse this curse
Perverse and adverse to diversity
Bursting with perfidy
It won't be long before it
Coerces and immerses me
And I'll be enjoying this
I'll be humming along
To every single
Impressively dumb little song
I'll be dead inside
But I'll have a gay ol' time
Until that day is prevented or comes
Every day I'll whine--

[Everyday I'm suffering et.c.]

These tunes are driving me up the wall
Every day. Fuck it all
Forced into hiding in my private sanctum
Alone in the shadows, like the Phantom
With only this tantrum anthem to keep them out
With no results to speak about
Growing more callous, jaded, rougher
Every day I suffer

[Everyday I'm suffering et.c.]