Wherefore Art Thou Gene Simmons? - Frank Turner
A mother said
"Beware of boys in bands
And certainly don't let them write you songs
For they will come to you on bended knee
And kiss your pretty hands
When the singing's done
And the suns up they'll be gone"
While her mother has a point
I might resent the implication
That every boy who plays guitar
Plays women like Gene Simmons
4600 photographs
Stuck into a scrapbook beneath your bed
4599 broken hearts
And one more you can't get out of your head
And though you swear you can remember
Every pair of lips you've kissed
Deep down you're scared
There's 1 or 2 you might've missed
Oh Chaim Witz
Wherefore art though
Does your mother know who you are now
Not that I can point a finger
I've been a sinner just the same
Fallen hard in love in motels and
By sunrise lost their name
And I have crept out into cold air
In the smallest hours to leave
And in the pockets of my
I've jacket kept my last infidelities
A navy coin and a broken plastic compass
That someone gave me
That can't find north anymore Just like me
Oh Gene Simmons wherefore art though
I could sure use a hand on my shoulder now
Cause when fedelity runs low
That theres the moment when you choose
In the life of things you love
Some you keep some you lose
