Rejected Novelist Fails Again

They go ahead and publish any old dross

They turn their nose up at me it was literature's loss

It's amazing you can carry a sledgehammer down the street

Pass parking security without missing a beat

Such a clear blue sky and lunch break is soon

Elevators descend from all those little grey rooms

They'll be coming for me

They'll be coming for me



I read a suicide manual and I picked my doom

I'm following a plan at the strike of noon

The hammer rings the bell on every bonnet and trunk

The crunch of Merc windshields is making me drunk

I'm smashing Jags and BMs down the line

The heated voices behind mark the end of my time

They're coming for me

I hear them coming for me



I'll fill this stink hole city with a dying scream

I'll haunt the souls of every man who squashed my dream

All the suits and the ties, they're all going to hell

There's a pounding in my head like the liberty bell

It's the steel caps and fists going boom! Boom! Boom!

I hear an ambulance siren coming way too soon

Don't let them come for me

Don't let them rescue me

They're coming for me

It's not supposed to be this way