Music was my hobby, something that i did for fun.
Now that's become a job, the damage has been done.
No amount of money can repair my broken lungs.
And who cares what you're making, when making it alone.
Sick all the time, I miss my wife, I quit.
Got better things to do with my life, I quit.
I quit.
I quit
Go ahead and say it.
Tell me i'm getting old.
Tell me I'm a sellout, but it's you that's being sold.
See, I refuse to think of Rock 'n Roll as my career.
Tell me all my opportunities, ask me if i care.
The rockstar life ain't for me, I quit.
Got somewhere else I'd rather be, I quit.
Go ahead and say it, call me a fuckin' wimp.
Just cause I've got a different kind of live that I wanna live.
You can criticize my ideals and my priorities.
But ultimately I don't give a flying fuck what you think of me.
I don't believe in that macho shit, I quit
I know there is no way you can understand it, I quit
Sick all the time, I miss my wife, I quit
Got better things to do with my live, I quit
I quit
I quit
I quit
What'd ya think, I wanted to be like Mick Jagger or something.
Playing the pixie at 50 or 60?
Give me a break!
I mean, I don't want to grow up and all that stuff, but.
The time has come for me to say...
I quit
