Mascara hides the sleepless nights
Years of abuse, the downs and highs
A lonely drunk staggers on stage
Weathered and worn, battered and broken, I feel my age
Like a puppet on strings, look he strums and he sings, I feel like a cartoon
I'm alone on the stage, I'm the man on the moon
I'm the deer in the headlights, I'm the fish in the bowl
I'm on automatic pilot, I am remote controlled
Just a second guitarist, playing on the 3rd string
I'm the disclaimer, I'm a walking routine
I'm happily a cog, stand me up, plug me in
Like a robot I play all the songs, with a grin
I am Eric Melvin

• All My Friends In New York
• Arming The Proletariat With Potato Guns
• Benny Got Blowed Up
• California Гњber Alice
• Civil Defense
• Cool And Unusual Punishment
• Fan Mail
• Fungus
• Getting High On The Down Low
• Golden Boys
• I Am A Huge Fan Of Bad Religion
• I Am Going To Hell For This One
• I, Melvin
• Insulted By Germans (Again)
• Jamaica's Alright If You Like Homophobes
• Last Night Was Really Fun?
• Leaving Jesusland
• No Way
• One Way Ticket To Fuckneckville
• Teenage Punching Bag
• The Man I Killed
• There's No Fun In Fundamentalism
• What Now Herb?
• You Will Lose Faith
• You're Wrong
• Your Hubcaps Cost More Than My Car