Craig Anstey - The Best Thing That You'll Ever Do Is Die

Craig Anstey - The Best Thing That You'll Ever Do Is Die

Your momma doesn't love you, your daddy hates you too
I know you think I'm lying, but sorry that just ain't true
You're ugly and you're stupid, a waste of air and space
Your friends; they only use you for humors sake
They keep you around, 'cause you're a boost to their esteem
You should hear what they say, after you leave
Your girlfriends cheating on you, with a preppy sophomore
Your pride and joy is just an insecure little whore

You'll never amount to anything
It's not fate, it's fact
You're a natural born loser
A heaping, steaming sack of nothing

You've no inherent skills, no endearing qualities
How does it feel to be a nobody?
On the bottom of the totem, crushed by mediocrity
Theres no use in trying , no use to dream

You'll never amount to anything
It's not fate, it's fact
You're a natural born loser
A heaping, steaming sack of nothing

It's never going to get better, it'll only going to get worse
Before ya know it, you'll riding in a hearse
It'll be a no-show funeral, you're not worth the time
And the best thing you'll ever do is die

Craig Anstey - Mainstream (Mr. Hipster)

Craig Anstey - Mainstream (Mr. Hipster)

Mr. Hipster, you're just too cool for school
You say my taste is too conventional
My style is mundane and predictable
Mr. Hipster you're better than us
You look down your nose at pop culture
'cause mainstream is for idiots
Mr. Hipster, how'd you get so smart?
How do always know when lyrics are contrived
or when they are art?
Straight from the heart

That little band from Birmingham
You're right, I've never heard of them
You said that they have this fresh new sound
Well I hope it stays in the underground

Mr. Hipster, where'd ya get that hat?
I thought they were for old men
What if ya put and end to that?
Mr. Hipster, what if you start a trend?
I guess you'd have to find something new
But that's your thing, that's what you do

Well I watched that cult film, that you praised
You were right, I've never heard of it
To think I could of spent that hour and half
Stuffing my eyes with shards of glass

Stand out, that you do
You look like a total douche bag
But my opinion, it doesn't matter
I'm just a mindless conformist
Impressionable, gullible
Monkey see, monkey do
Another vapid drone
Without a clue
Why can't I be like you?

Mr. Hipster, is that an original song?
I dont quite understand the lyrics
But you said I wouldn't get it
Mr. Hipster, where is the chorus?
Thats right, repetition is cheap, and rhyming is trite

Secret Admirer

It's plain to see, I've got you locked in my sights
You're my lode-star, you're my guiding light
I know beauty, its Lucifer's lure
I know angels can burn you through
But you don't hide your scars like they do
No judgement in your eyes, just a fiery blue
I feel your warmth at the very thought of you
I've fallen for you and you don't even know who I am
I'm going to make you mine
Just got to find the right time
'til then, ill watch you live your life
From my car and through your blinds
 
I know you better than anybody
Where you hide your spare key
What kind of books you read
What you watch on T.V
You've some sinful things in your nightstands drawer
You usually forget to lock your back door
You've a lengthy bathroom routine
You own approximately 37 pairs of panties
You're a reckless driver, never use your mirrors
Only to check your mascara or to fix your hair
Other than to work; you hardly go anywhere
But when you do, you can be sure, I'm there, watching you...
I'm there, watching you...

I'm going to make you mine
Just got to find the right time
'til then, ill watch you live your life
From my car and through your blinds

Ain't it shame, about your last two boyfriends
Lost their lives in these tragic accidents
You surely must think that you are cursed
I'll make it all better when I work up the nerve

I know you better than anybod 
You used to drink Merlot, but now its Chardonnay
And you haven't put it together yet
But It's what gives you the headaches you get
You snore when you sleep on your back
You like your toast burnt nearly black
You're afraid to give your heart to another guy
If you only knew, he's just outside your window, watching you...
I'm there, watching you...

I'm going to make you mine
Just got to wait for the right time
'til then ill watch you live your life
From my car and through your blinds
I'm going to make you mine