Limp Biscuit Cover Band

Failure is an imaginary friend who doesn’t

have your best interest in mind.

We’re not trying to lose

weight, but then, failure stops

by with a pint of ice cream and not

the fake stuff.  We’re talking Phish Food.

Gooey marshmallow, caramel, and fudge. 

Nothing but delicious spoons in this living room.

Failure’s snack game is off the chain.  Indulge.

Failure is fun to hang out with and soon   

it’s girl scout cookies and good ass weed.

High as giraffe booty.  Doobie Brothers

Takin’ It To The Streets is the soundtrack

of this tracksuit.  It’s gospel

that we would get off track

and get too sad to get back

on the rails if failure is our ride home.

We might want to sober up a bit

before we drive. No reason to risk it.

We could always start a Limp Biscuit cover band.

Really get back to our musical heritage as dudes

who grew up on cargo pants and Mountain Dew.

How could you hate a broken thing devout to truth?

Like failure.  Failure will argue

until someone else is wrong

or right.

I’d play it for you, but you’ve heard that song, right?

The waltz with hot sauce in the eyeball?

The blues number about how I fall,

but get back up sometimes and fall again?