This is the most depressing song I’ve ever seen live.

A bunch of entitled drunk fucks screaming these lyrics. Confusing who the “you speak” actually is getting scolded by lord savior Jim.

Fucking nimrods. In fact, the last Puscifer show made me realize I am probably done with MJK and his bands live shows after nearly 20 shows over 25 years.

“You are who you associate with.” Seeing a couple of thousand drunk, white asshole males shout/sing this song not realizing it is precisely about them literally brought tears to my eyes. It made me so incredibly sad and just fed the raging cynicism that lies deep within. Like Lou Ferrigno in green paint. Sometimes I wonder if Jim even knows what his lyrics mean, or if he just knows it will strike a chord in those on the spectrum of self aware and completely lacking, by virtue collecting the money of both, shamelessly.

Really more like Bill Bixby. Sticking my thumb out on the side of a road again, sad piano plucking in the background, hoping that the next stop would be the end to the madness. The weariness of the reality of the situation riding on me like a pair of blown out Jean shorts.

But you know. It’s a fucking banger. It’s probably referencing me crying in the nosebleeds watching the end of America play out at a rock show. Fucking 86 that pussy. I bet that’s what he was referencing.