Something written the day Elliott Smith died.
Warm and low-key.
Velour Mane is a band from California.
Lyrics
The crowd paid good money
To see someone unhappy
So sing your sad, sad songs
And make it worth it
Make it worth it, my dear
And there is a good way
To get their hard-earned pay
Why don't you kill yourself with words
right on stage? Again and again and again?
He put a knife through his heart
It spiked through his veins
And he said anything was better
Than living that way
Living that way...
Oh, Elliott, why are you so sad?
Life can't be that bad, can it?
"Yes, yes," he said, "I think that it can."
