World Class Fad - Paul Westerberg

Well you look fantastic in your cast-off casket

At least the thing still runs

This 9 to 5 bullshit don’t let you forget

Whose suicide you’re on

I’m the one you trust

And the world owes you nothing

You really, really want it that bad

You gotta come get it

It’s your life, go live it

'Round the corner, give it some gas

If you want it that bad

Be a world class fad

Remember leave a trail of crumbs

If you want it that bad

You’re a world class fad

Remember where you started from

Don’t be sad

You’re a world class fad

You wax poetic about things pathetic

As long as you look so cute

Believe these hills are starting to roll

Believe these stars are starting to shoot

And the pressures gonna build yeah

Higher and higher

Something’s gotta move here

Ain’t knocking on wood

You’re foxin' the cove?

Oh yeah

Don’t be sad you’re a world class fad

Well you look fantastic in your cast-off casket

At least the thing still flies

I believe this road is starting to wind

And where we’re going, starting to hide