Ballad of the Band

Where you been? Ain't you for weeks You been hanging out with all those jesus freaks Oh yeah and I feel like giving in And where were you, when I wanted to work? You were still In bed You're a total jerk There's a place for abstract and there's a place for Noise and there's a place for every kind of sound so come On now and tell me why there's a void It's all my fault, yes I'm to blame Ain't got no money, ain't got no fame And that's why, I feel like giving in And all those songs, like crystal ball, dismantled king You know I love them all But oh, I still feel like giving in.