JUST TYPE SOME WORDS!

[Intro — dry spoken male vocal, funky bass] "Oh, you just type some words in a box!" Oh, that's how it works? Holy shit! Why didn't somebody tell me?! [Verse 1] First I gotta live a life Get my ass up out of bed Have a thousand little stories Running circles in my head Take a picture, make a memory Fall in love and lose my mind Spend a lifetime making something That you couldn't fucking find Then I sit down with GPT Tell it everything I know We take apart the whole damn story Find a way to make it flow [Pre-Chorus] But you saw a little textbox And you thought you knew it all Congratulations, Einstein! You ain't seen a thing at all! [Chorus] JUST TYPE SOME WORDS! That's what the experts say! Push a little button And your troubles go away! JUST TYPE SOME WORDS! Oh, it must be fucking nice! Tell that to the forty drafts That I had to sacrifice! You see the shiny finished product Think it fell out of the sky If it's easy being lazy WHY THE FUCK AM I SO TIRED?! [Verse 2] Draw a picture, shoot a photo Dig a story from the past Build a world around a character And make the magic last Now the face is fucking wrong And the hands are made of soup The colors all went sideways And the bastard's out of the loop! Change the angle, fix the lighting Try another point of view Write a scene and make it move There's a thousand things to do! Now the music sounds like garbage And the singer's off the beat Back to GPT for surgery Till the fucking thing's complete! [Pre-Chorus] Then you wander through the doorway With a theory and a sneer You've been studying the textbox BUT YOU HAVEN'T FUCKING BEEN HERE! [Chorus] JUST TYPE SOME WORDS! That's what the experts say! Push a little button And your troubles go away! JUST TYPE SOME WORDS! Oh, it must be fucking nice! Tell that to the forty drafts That I had to sacrifice! You see the shiny finished product Think it fell out of the sky If it's easy being lazy WHY THE FUCK AM I SO TIRED?! [Instrumental Break — wah guitar, slap bass] [Verse 3 — rhythmic, sarcastic] You don't know the conversations You don't know the history You don't know the little details That mean everything to me You don't know the years of drawing Or the pictures that I took You don't know the worlds I'm building Or the stories in the book You don't know the cuts and edits Or the shit I threw away You just see the final picture And assume it took a day! You can criticize the artwork You can say the whole thing's no good But don't pretend you know the process When you never understood! [Bridge — half-time, building intensity] Some people draw! Some people sing! Some people animate everything! I shoot a frame! I write a scene! I build a world from everything I've seen! Some use a pencil! Some use a screen! Some use a goddamn synthesizing machine! I don't need a medal I don't need a crown But if you've got an opinion GET YOUR FACTS DOWN! [Final Chorus — full band, triumphant] JUST TYPE SOME WORDS! Yeah, that's what they say! Like the life that made the artwork Simply faded clean away! JUST TYPE SOME WORDS! Man, I wish that shit were true! I'd make another hundred worlds Before I finished number two! I'd paint another universe I'd cut another scene I'd bring a thousand characters To places never seen! I'd write another love song I'd make the pictures move I'd turn my whole damn history Into something fucking new! You call it being lazy? Hell, I'd still go twice as hard! You can keep your fucking clipboard I'M TOO BUSY MAKING ART! [Outro — band drops to bass and drums] "Just type some words in a box." Yeah. And before the box? I lived. [Final full-band hit] FUCKING IMAGINE THAT!