🔥 “Should’ve Been a Table” 🔥 (Verse 1) I was made for fancy music — concerts, art, and class But now I’m stuck with sweaty hands and sticky fingers on my ass They bang on me like cavemen, they strum like angry apes And every single note they play escapes in awful shapes I dream of being dangerous — a bomb, a gun, a blade So when they mess around with me, they’d blow themselves away But nope, I’m just a victim, a piece of wood and string And every “Twinkle, Twinkle” makes me want to scream and sing (Chorus) Oh I was born for glory, for halls of gold and fame But I’m a playground toy for people who can’t spell my name Then one day comes a genius — and man, he plays me right We’re rockin’ out arenas, every single night! (Verse 2) The crowds are going crazy, I’m finally a star I’m melting hearts and faces as six-stringed guitar But just when I’m in heaven, he puts me on the ground He lights a match, I smell the smoke… yeah, guess who’s burning now (Chorus) I was made for music — now I’m barbecue They’re cheering while I’m dying — yeah, that’s what fans do If I had another life, I’d skip this whole ordeal And be a boring table… at least that’s something real (Bridge) No broken strings, no drunken teens No “Free Bird” solos in ripped-up jeans No dreams, no stage, no tragic end Just four legs, a flat top, and a coffee friend (Outro) So here’s my final message as I’m turning into ash: Talent’s wasted on the stupid — and fame’s a piece of trash I could’ve been a table — boring, plain, and free But nooo, I had to be an instrument… and now there’s nothing left of me.
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