Morrison Hostel lyrics

Song information

Artist: Tism
Album: Great Truckin' Songs Of The Renaissance

Lyrics

Jimbo, boy, you're a croc of shit
You're a boozed, selfish thug;
Why don't you give your mouth a go
And in the other hole put a plug?

By christ you've got a long long way
On a schoolboy's talent with words -
One crappy bit of symbolism
And you're adored by a army of turds

You're a selfish, rude, arrogant prick;
You're basically pretty stupid;
Your mysticism's a lump of shit
And so are all the girls you rooted

So don't talk about being sad and lonely
Or fucking misunderstood
Because underneath that self-pitying phoney
Is a brutal, selfish hood

I support the police that took you off stage
I support the fact you bled;
I support the cops who carried you off
I support the fact you're dead

I think that you're a troubled guy
And I think that's nothing new;
I think your fans are a bunch of turds
Almost as immature as you

And when I'm in my supermarket
And some prick pushes in front of my trolley
I'll be reminded of your stinking bravado
And I'll ask the cunt to say sorry

You fans would excuse any rudeness
Just because it comes from you -
You'd tell them to go drop dead
And they'd say, "oh, how true, how true, how true."

You need a nine to five job, jimbo;
You need to get to flinders st. by train -
Go and find yourself a regular income
Then you can write a song about pain

Try and save for the kids' school fees;
Take some care when you drive a car;
Put your rubbish in a bin
You fucking great rock super star

You've spawned a host of cock-sure shits
Who are nearly always filthy rich
And think because they're a bit like jimbo
They can act like stinking pricks:

An army of brainless, arty youth
That look down upon us common plods -
But they barrack for good ol' jimbo
Like the fucking richmond cheer squad

So when you're listening to morrison hotel
And jimbo's in top form
Whining about this harsh cruel world
And the fact he was ever born

Remember that his fans are rapt
And mourning their suffering lives
And go down and discuss it at subterrain -
And least, if daddy'll drive

Jimbo, king of the private school kids:
The girls from p.l.c
Who identify with his tortured soul
Because they've got dropped by friend number three

Who was kent from xavier college -
In h.s.c. he got a "a" for english
And between jimbo and william blake
He hasn't the brains to distinguish

Jimbo, father of a generation
Of private school depression idols;
From nick cave on, they don't kill themselves -
Just tell us why they're suicidal

He's made self-pity legitimate;
It means we'll have to face
One after another artist with integrity
Like reo speedwagon - sorry, I meant hugo race

Well, up your arse jimbo old man
Up your fucking hole:
You're a prick pure and simple -
It's about time you were told;

And up your arse to all your fans;
Up your arse to your tortured, artistic hell;
And while we're fucking at it
Up your arse to morrissey as well;

Up your arse to robert smith;
Up your arse to albert camus;
All those "I'm suffering for my arty" types
Jimbo, I blame them all on you

Anyone who handles life's pain
With a token of mature self examination -
It's time they told these pounces to stick it
Up their bogus self infatuation:

And if you think I'll stop at this
The answer is, no way, never -
If you think jim morrison was a wanker
Well, christ - I can rave on like this forever

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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