Blues Festival

Take it from somebody who knows
There's something coming up and I think it's gonna be a joke
I gotta laugh about it, laugh about it on my own
Life itself like an arrow shot on its arc

First it's born, then it grows and then it goes
How many suffered trying to be like a rolling stone
Look at Lou Reed and the food lines to the soup
Better listen, my son, to these universal truths

So:
Don't look for hit where there is none
Don't try to air your big ideas
Don't hold the mic like a crying child
Don't, don't

Don't live for free in the commercial zone
Don't let the band open up their mouths
Don't heed the words of a digital forum
Don't, don't

My eyes
Catch a fright
In the flesh
It don't look
Right
My brains
They run
On bad
Thoughts

Hell is singing straight into the void
Hell is forever being local support
Hell is opening up a five-band bill
Hell is headlining the Blues Festival

Don't get ahead of yourself
Don't get ahead

Don't get paid in the freedom zone
Don't fall prey to your own ego
Don't look for pity when the pity's gone
Don't, don't

Don't get drunk on the phantom power
Don't fall in love with your own shadow
Don't arrive early to the final hour
Don't, don't

My eyes
Catch a fright
In the flesh
It don't look
Right
My brains
They run
On bad
Thoughts

Don't, don't

Hell is singing straight into the void
Hell is forever being local support
Hell is opening up a five-band bill
Hell is headlining the Blues Festival