Eg?verride — Bob Mould

It's the sound of my ego spinning out of control Sounds in my head that might never come out Stuck in my head, and forever reverberate How do you pluck them out?

These are the stories that will never unfold All of the characters cast in stone Years surely weathered them, I don't remember them They've all faded away

I'm a child, I'm a baby I can change my mind like any other genius This is genius, this is genuine, this is bullshit

Suppressing the violent side That ego can override

Suppressing the violent side That ego can override

As a child, as a baby As a phenom, as a meteorite Burned out in the galaxy Where the parking lots are oh so bright

Suppressing the violent side That ego can override

Suppressing the violent side That ego can override