crap
Release Date: 3/99
Album: THE SCAPEGOAT FACTORY
Writer: ADAM MARSLAND
Lyrics:
Why does all this stuff keep landing on my lap?
I donít wanna deal with....CRAP
My confidence in the home team getting shaky
'Cos all those tough tart brave hearts are achy flaky
I kept up my end of the deal
Every word youíve spoken in my wheel
I'm supposed to dance around how you feel
Jealous people massacre my sleep
'Cos I didnít want to take that faithless leap
Youíve given me ample reason not to trust you
But you mustn't take responsibility, must you?
I worked for everything I got
Dirtied my hands when you would not
Youíre just a whiny litte snot
Do everything I can and wind up hated
And every best laid plan winds up frustrated
And every best played band disintegrated
For reasons that I previously stated
You wanna have things you havenít earned
You wanna teach things you havenít learned
You wanna strike a match and say you got burned
You wanna pat on the back
You need a kick in the pants
Youíd rather talk about your feet
Than learn how to dance
Youíre just a bitter quitter
I'm sick of being your babysitter
CRAP:
Your spoiled rotten attitude
Your ever deranging moods
Your belief youíre being screwed
Your complete ingratitude
The ego trips that you defended
Every hand you ever extended
Your wanting it both ways
Your every other face
Your sense of entitlement
Your youth and cash misspent
Thank you for being a friend
Patronize 'til the bitter end
CRAP I'm sick of dealing with
CRAP donít wanna hear your
CRAP I'm sick of dealing with
CRAP donít wanna hear your
CRAP...
Adam sez:
Probably the most blistering track I'd ever cut (and a real workout for poor Kurt, who was just easing his way back into the drum seat), this was the first song on THE SCAPEGOAT FACTORY to deal with the recent breakup of the band, and most specifically my divorce-like feelings towards one of my former bandmates. It's basically a laundry list of things I'd been biting my tongue about for three years, and as such, it was about as easy to write as it is to vomit after drinking ten tequila sunrises. The process is also similar. It might just be the nastiest song I have ever written about a specific person, but the mood in the song was moderated by the lyrics in the songs that came afterward, so even though afterwards I felt kind of bad about how mean-spirited this song was, as a genuine outburst of emotion, I just went with it as part of the arc of the record. It certainly was how I felt at the time.
The "na-na" part was a tip of the hat to another local L.A. band, The Shakes, who are still around and making great records.
Despite being one of the least likely songs of mine to ever amount to anything, "Crap" was later used in a movie called FINDER'S FEE with James Earl Jones, of all people, and turned up on cable TV years later, so I wound up making a little jack on it!