Letra de Encyclopedia of Classic Takedowns

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